My Uninvited guest

I woke up one morning in a good enough mood

When I heard a faint pattering inside the wood

Of my wall.

I listened and frowned at it

That noise, I didn't like it.

Not at all.

I went to the kitchen to make some toast

Unaware I would be in for the most

Shocking surprise!

The bread bag had a hole

Maybe 2 minutes old

And I saw tiny eyes.

The young mouse looked at me, quite frightened, I'm sure.

Then he scampered away! He was off like a blur

Of grey lightening

For the crack in the wall.

Now mice aren't all

that frightening.

But they can become pests, so I said "Hey!

You don't belong here, please go away!"

But that mouse

In his hole said not a word,

Because mice can't talk. That's absurd,

Isn't it now?

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Original date poem was written: 4/16/08

Slightly edited.