don’t thank me
it was bound to happen
despite conflicting interests
everyone’s got an alibi
the cat says she was sleeping
behind the pillows on the bed
beneath the spread
the dog is playing dumb
denying any knowledge
which forensics verified
the mice are laying low
who knows where they all go
there’s nothing left but crumbs
the eggs are all intact
no sign of any cracks
deliveries haven’t stopped
as life just races along
don’t bother calling cops
April has run out of days
and tomorrow turns to May
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