Breakfast Poem by Mary Roach

One little mouse
Was climbing out of bed
So he shook his tiny tail
And wiped his little head

He was yearning for some breakfast
So he crawled out of the dome
A hole chewed in the wall
In his enemy, Cat’s, home

His destination was the kitchen
To see if he could find
A little scrap of food
Hope nobody would mind

Almost to the tile
The mouse was stopped in his track
By no other then
The high and mighty Cat

The mouse took off running
Running from it all
The cat, the kitchen, his breakfast
To his home in the wall