While Cleaning the House
One day while cleaning the house
I happened upon a mouse;
unafraid and perfectly glad,
this mouse stood his ground
long ago, one day;
Little field-general he was,
the last of his kind
one could say
Then on his hands he rose,
pointy-eared and whiskered nose
a salute of courage he bore,
then scampered he did behind
a bookcase he go,
too sly for cats,
(and a startled poet cleaning his home!)
Long ago, one day
I happened upon a mouse
while cleaning the house,
(roving the dappled rooms as he may!)
** A true childhood story!**
Copyright © Keith O.J. Hunt | Year Posted 2014
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