Lil' Mouse Poem by Rebecca Pepper

Lil' Mouse



I can’t say I hate it
Though I can’t say it’s nice
Because now I look before I sit
Thanks to the little field mice

They scurry and run
Under chairs and doors
They must think its fun
Scuttling around on all fours

Finally caught the little brat
Though it nearly had a heart attack
Nearly eaten by my cat
So small so speed it really lacks

Now cuddled in cloth
Too late at night
Must feel like a sloth
Needs to be treated right

But alas it can’t be kept
Too wild and free
So into the garden it leapt
And me, well I let it be

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