The Winter Mouse Poem by Saint Eule

The Winter Mouse



The field grass was frozen,
too cold to put you toes in.

The white blanket covering the remainder of the harvest husk,
The mouse was a survivor he would be in my house by dusk.

Pitter patter through the night, looking for a crumb to bite.
In the ceiling and down the hall, he scampers freely tail and all.
little footprints on the snow, lead to a tunnel made below.

I placed a cracker where the trail did end.
a tiny morsel for my little friend.
Pitter patter of little feet, searching for some more to eat.

He checks out the family photos oer the mantel place,
He weaves in and out looking for a hiding place.
Then he decide to hide in a stocking with glitter,
He falls asleep the tired little critter.

The children excited christmas is here,
They head for the stockings for holiday cheer.
Suzy gets a candy cane and a pin for her blouse,
Tyler got a hot wheel car and a winter mouse.

The mouse ran and the children leaped with joy,
They thought he was just a wind up toy.
They chased him all over the place,
with rosey smiles upon their face.

Then the mouse went running for the door,
and he was trapped between the bottom and floor.
I snatch him up by his little tail,
and took him to his winter trail.

Released him in the morning sun.
He had enough of all the fun.
Quickly disappearing beneath the snow,
He made it home to his tunnel below.

It was a week later on New Years Eve,
When what did my ears perceive.
Pitter patter he let himself in, Winter mouse here we go again.

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