A Mouse In the House

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First published in my book, "Cookies and Blackberry Wine."

A most unfortunate event has occurred at our house. It's embarrassing to admit, We have a resident mouse. The elusive little devil has avoided every trap. Though set in various places, we've yet to hear a snap. We have a playful tomcat who loves his toy mouse, carries it clutched in his teeth to flip, toss and pounce. Unfortunately, he performs the same with a live one. I'm urging, "Get it, kill it," he's too busy having fun. Again and again he turns it loose, enjoying the chase. The mouse runs for his life, hopeful of winning the race. The crafty little victim eludes the slothful brute, scuttles down a heat vent, leaves Tom to other pursuits. Whereupon he saunters around, searching for his toy mouse. We're left with a useless cat and a mouse in the house.

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Paul Schneiter

Date: 12/11/2014 8:12:00 PM

What a thoroughly delightful and beautifully composed poem! I loved and relished every line of it. Who said poetry has to be boring?

Cona Adams
Date: 12/12/2014 6:50:00 AM

Thank you, Paul, for your generous comment. I am glad you enjoyed it. Life affords us many unplanned happenings to look back on and laugh about.

Dorian Petersen Potter

Date: 10/10/2014 2:00:00 AM

That is very cute and nice. I love the humor in yor piece. Cheers! love peace and light! xxxx D.

Cona Adams
Date: 10/10/2014 6:19:00 AM

Thank you, Dorian, for reading and sending me cheers. Best Wishes to you as well.

Jan Allison

Date: 10/9/2014 12:15:00 PM

LOL I also wrote a poem about a mouse we had in our house - great humourous write:-) Hugs jan xx

Cona Adams
Date: 10/9/2014 12:54:00 PM

Thanks, Jan. Every year, as the winter season approaches, they come into the garage, and climb up the wall into the attic, whereupon the same battle begins all over again. But, isn't that how it is with life in general, repetition, repetition, repetition. How many times, you think, you wash the same dishes in a lifetime?