slaying dragons

Slaying dragons I sat in my den, trying to compose a poem which is not easy for a pretender a scream from the living room, she heard something in the kitchen and sent me there to slay the dragon I found a tiny mouse, knocking over  an empty plastic bottle of water I picked up the mouse it was surpassingly supine, sniffed at my hand, since we live on the seventh floor, it must have had   a long clime I did what every brave man would do, left the mouse in the hallway I heard a scream from the sixth floor a new hero was called for, I hope he didn't kill the tiny traveler