I am a mouse, down by your toes,
I”ll tickle your feet with my whiskered nose,
I found you asleep and in repose,
So, I snuck around quietly, as I chose…
I used my tail to tickle your ear,
You barely moved, not awake, I fear…
I did it so cleverly and with such ease,
I nibbled on another piece of cheese…
A little barn mouse under your warm, soft bed…
Not to harm a hair on your head…
Sometimes we mice just get a bad rap,
Always beware of the spring-loaded trap…
So now I must leave you, before you awake,
Careful not your bed to shake…
I used your hair, so long for rope,
To slide down to safety, my final hope…
The Mouse – Tom Arri – 3/27/2019