Scritch Scratch Scritch
Scritch. Scratch. Scritch.
Is a mouse about?
I listen for the telling shriek.
Scritch-ing immediately stops.
I shut out the light, trying to get cozy in my bed.
Scritch. Scratch. Scritch.
Who can sleep now?
Not me.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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