The Thing In the Wall, Part 1
He's staring at me
From the bricks of the wood stove
With beady black eyes
I read defiance
I move and he scurries off
I cannot catch him
Brown little bugger
Scratching around late at night
Invading our home
Keeping me awake
How do I get my hands on you?
Our cat's too lazy!
Perhaps a nice trap?
Tasty bit of poisoned cheese?
A sharp carving knife?
Our dull clumsy cat
Would end up stuck in the trap
Poisoned by the cheese!
I must have this mouse!
My wife says I must catch it
Without killing it...
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