The Mouse And The Moon
When an owl with a scowl had his eyes on the prowl
In search of a savoury bite
A little brown mouse poked his nose from his house
Unafraid as a full moon shone bright
And the owl rocked his head till his night vision said,
“My supper just came into sight.”
But cicadas don’t sing when owls take to the wing
So, in silence, the mouse stood to fight.
A screech in the night as the owl got a fright
And an end was put to his endeavours
A most gruesome sight as the ground left and right
Was carpeted with blooded feathers
The mouse ate his fill of his ill fated kill
Then dragged the remains to a warehouse
The cats and the rats will be glad of the meal
Supplied courtesy of the Weremouse
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