To Kill a Mouse

She saw the bony beast come under the bathroom door, Two beady eyes searching ceiling and floor. No A slinking creature of hair and tail, up on the potty, she squeals a yell. A running cheetah under fleeting feet, up, up on satin sheets. Hunkered down on a double bed, Knuckles of white, face of red. With racing heart, she’s all alone, No way to call or reach the phone. The blurring speed of tiny feet, holds her fast, prevents retreat. For an unwanted quest, a plan is set, high on the bed should she stand or sit? jumping and frolicking and running about. With wavering strength and sinking pride, She climbs from the bed with a tip-toeing stride. Dancing feet and a broom in hand, sent that mouse to the promised land.