Mouse On the Run
With a giggle and a wiggle,
A mouse scurried up the clock,
Tick-tocking on each rung,
As time went tick-tock-tick.
The hour hand struck one,
And the mouse began to flee,
Running down in a panic,
Toward safety and liberty.
With each tick and each tock,
The mouse scampered away,
Laughing at the thought
Of his narrow escape that day.
Copyright © Kabutha Hempstone | Year Posted 2023
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