End of Mouse

Greyed and greying, from a few ounces, to hefty pounds, he had seen tunnels, and alleyways abound, he knew all nooks, where he could still go, he had run all corners, that he had to go, he was seen as a pest, and behaved like one, the moment he was sighted, he was long gone, he had temerity now, with pounds on his side, no cat thought him an easy bite, they now took him in stride, allowed him an allowance or two, he had a field day feeding on, as he trained his trained ones, in more ways than one, he would never forget the day, he got stuck in a hole, which he thought he could traverse, taking a barge pole, cats were still scared, but man was not, he was caught and killed, even before he had fought.