Lucky The Mouse.
He turned up the volume
on his Steel Pulse record
and rolled another joint.
‘What’s that?’ I asked
and pointed to a cage
on the ash-trodden carpet,
‘That’s Lucky the mouse,’
he replied and grinned
‘Why’d you call him
Lucky?’ I questioned,
‘Well before him
we had this snake
named Cuddles and
we’d been told to give
Cuddles some live food.
So, we were gonna
feed Lucky to Cuddles,
but Cuddles passed away
before dinner and that’s
how Lucky got his name,
he dodged death!’
‘Oh,’ I replied,
not expecting that
and stared at Lucky,
as he ran around his cage –
another happy accident
beneath an oblivious sun.
Dumpster Fire Press 
When I was a child I saw an act in a circus, in which a wolf and a dordero shared a friendly cage. The problem is that every so often you had to buy another lamb.
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