Our mighty ferret with his masked avenger's face
Had determination inscribed on each of his bones
He simply couldn't let go, it drove him to frenzy.
Sometimes destructive,
Couldn't pass a basic plastic glove
Without attacking and reducing it to pieces,
Don Quixote and his mill had nothing on him.
He obviously had a revenge wish
On those gloves which led him to be neutered
Hurting him mentally as well as physically.
He loved indiscriminately every towel cloth
Wet or dry didn't matter, he had to have it
Even my bathrobe was not immune to his endeavours
I would find him attached to the belt
Trying to pull and pull the robe through
The tiny opening of the third drawer
Of my daughter's commode
Which he had claimed for residence.
We knew where to find a missing sock.
When he loved, it was with a passion
He couldn't resist dry dog food,
How many times did we caught him
Trying to drag the food bag ,
Twenty times heavier than he was?
How he pushed! How he dragged along the bag!
Give him enough time
The bag would have moved half way to the bedroom
The dogs totally ignored him
Just smart enough to move away
Their food bowl from his reach
He was simply in everything , unstoppable
Until, until he tried rat poison left by our neighbour
And then he was stiff and restful.
Lucette C. Bailliet
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