Cona Adams Poet Narrative

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

A Mouse In the House

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 December 11, 2014 at 8:12 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 December 12, 2014 at 6:50 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 October 10, 2014 at 2:00 AM That is very cute and nice. I love the humor in yor piece. Cheers! love peace and light! xxxx D. Cona Adams October 10, 2014 at 6:19 AM Thank you, Dorian, for reading and sending me cheers. Best Wishes to you as well.

Jan Allison October 9, 2014 at 12:15 PM LOL I also wrote a poem about a mouse we had in our house - great humourous write:-) Hugs jan xx Cona Adams October 9, 2014 at 12:54 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?