Jerry’s Thoughts
By: Anita Wary
Sophomore, Biological Sciences
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We don’t know where this unending tunnel of porous pink insulating foam leads
We don’t know if that truly is the smell of god-given gouda cheese
We don’t know if our bellies will be filled to the stretches of our stomach linings
We don’t know if this will be a fruitful night of fine dining
They don’t hear us as we emerge ever so cautiously under a pile of last month’s mail
They don’t hear us as we scurry past their tangled tails
They don’t hear us as we dance to the rhythm of their raspy snores
They don’t hear us as we caper over their claws, landing on all fours
They don’t want us to take their prized bovine-derived bait
They don’t want us to return haughtily home unscathed
They don’t hear us begin to pitter-patter towards our lair
They don’t hear us foiling their primitive plans of betrayal
They don’t hear us squeak and snicker at their dimwitted tactics
They don’t want us to shamelessly steal and vanish like magic
We don’t know if Tom will wake up anytime soon
We don’t know if his other furry friends will be furious at their lost food