A Mouse

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    • MLynna
    • is unsure if the poetry I've written lately is too angsty/private/poorly written to post or not. Hmmmm.

    A Mouse

    There is a mouse
    inside my house.
    Now, a family of mice
    is really quite nice
    out in the countryside
    in big spaces, open and wide.
    But inside my home,
    I don't want them to roam.
    They nibble and squeak
    and cause me to shriek!
    Not from fear, of course,
    I don't spook like a horse,
    but the noises they make
    do keep me awake.
    Mice are really quite common,
    like the eating of ramen
    by a college student,
    but it's still not prudent
    to let a mouse survive,
    like a bee in a hive.
    So I set out a trap
    wait for it to snap
    I load it with bait
    and then wait, wait, wait.
    This little critter
    takes care to skitter
    around the contraption,
    in such a sneaky fashion,
    so that when I look
    at what the trap took
    I soon feel quite dumb
    all it gets is my thumb!

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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