Pet Sounds

A short ode on the death of a pet in unusual circumstances

My hamster, being musical –

A maestro some would say,

Adored my Grand Piano

And would pine to hear me play.

Since Beethoven was bound to please

I’d let her sit upon the keys

And squeak in time to Fur Elise

Until that fateful day,

The day she jumped and disappeared,

And still I feel the sting

When, playing Fur Elise, I hear

That deadened, doleful ping:

One note among the sweeter strains

That now perpetually pains

And marks my hamster’s last remains

Stuck to the B flat string.