Mouse House
If I could talk to the mice
I’d say, leave will ya,
so I don’t have to kill ya.
The walls in this old house
are noisy, evoking spirits
in the midnight hours
startling me from sleep,
my deranged mind imagines
supernatural creatures
stalking my chamber,
but lo, on the floor
scurrying to the door
he’s gnawed in the wall,
a mouse, furry gray,
a mouse house
inside my house,
of course,
he can’t stay,
but he may not
feel that way.
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