This Mouse!
In our house,
There is this mouse.
A mouse with sunken eyes.
This mouse,
Does not sit by a bush or on a hedge.
This mouse sits on our fireplace ledge,
With its graying fur and sunken eyes.
This mouse does not move,
And for the life of me I don’t know why.
This mouse does not move when we put out the cheese.
This mouse does not move when we beg him please.
This mouse does not move when a cat is near.
This mouse does not move even with Fear.
This mouse does not move anywhere.
This mouse does not move through the yes’s and the no’s.
This mouse does not move through the brushes or the bows.
This mouse does not move at all—and all knows!
Then an idea is put through my head—maybe just maybe, this poor mouse is dead.
This mouse with sunken eyes, graying fur, and drooping whiskers.
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PoetryThis is just a collection of poems that I've written and the others that I plan to write. I'm not claiming to be some epic poet, but I hope you all enjoy. Thanks for reading (if you read) and thanks for commenting (if you speak). Your choice :)
