The Life of a Mouse
THE LIFE OF A MOUSE
Pitter patter, scurry scamper,
Running through the house,
Squeek and screech, a frantic dash,
A tiny little mouse.
Searching for a mosel here,
A little nibble there,
Then hurry back into the nest,
To nestle there with care,
For seven little pinkies,
All lying in a bunch,
Waiting for their mama,
To come back with their lunch.
They must be very quiet,
The people mustn't know,
They share their home with even one,
For then they'd have to go.
Life is hard on little mice,
Home and hearth come hard,
They're prey to everything it seems,
They must stay on their guard.
She didn't see the owl today,
Just made it to door mat,
It's bad enough they have to dodge,
That big, mean, nasty cat;
And yesterday waas almost caught,
Beneath the old wood pile,
A weasel hunting there for food,
Near chased her for a mile;
But Mama's here now little ones,
No need for now to fear,
Just be quiet, snuggle close,
We're safe and warm in here.
Judy Ball
Copyright © Judy Ball | Year Posted 2011
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