A Frail Friend

Little did I know as I baked my afternoon cherry pie That I would spy a tiny little mouse lazying around the window seal He was tiny and gray peculiar I'd say. I watched his nose dart swiftly in search of a meal. I was fascinated that such a tiny creature could run so fast His legs carried him swiftly down the ledge and onto the ground His little tail behind him flew past I leaned over and heard a squeaky sound. I jarred the window open quickly and listened for the noise I had heard I heard it not once but twice a little 'squeak squeak' then it went quite I worried to myself as I baked my pie that the mouse would be lunch for a bird. I was scared he would become part of a large animals diet. I shut the window and returned to my pie I wondered if I would see more of my visitor after I left him a snack I searched through the refrigerator practically playing I spy. Aah Ha a treat for my friend, a good old piece of Colby Jack. For: A short poem contest By: Roxanna Johnson