Eyes beg for mercy, what do I do?
rain bucket handy offers a clue.
Mouse caught in sticky trap
Immersed, a quickie wrap.
One jerk, and blitzkrieg, his Waterloo
Mickey Mouse,
the man who built Walt Disney's house,
unlike the wannabes and pretenders,
wore white gloves and suspenders.
Country mouse’s unrestrained giggles drew the attention
of city mouse, too sophisticated to mention
that his cousin’s hee-hawing had city mouse
whipsawing between guffawing and prissy pretension
the cancerous mouse
too afraid of mice, cats, dogs
insects, and people!
moves stealthily from corner to corner, hides in the nooks and crannies.
The curtains are open, fresh bread and jam sit on the table
Outside in the rain I sit wishing for a bite if I was able
As night closes in the warmth inside I still see
Jumping puddles and wet, a crack in the door is there for me
A wood stove brings light and a place to dry off
The floorboards and an old linen bring comfort from the storm
Rain stops and the moon shines in windows below the loft
A little mouse am I, but happy, dry, and warm
My nose still smells bread and jam, but I begin to dream
I don't want to leave here, this place, my heart strings gleam
All is quiet now, everyone has retired, the kitchen still illuminated in soft light
I scamper around the old table and there I spot it, crumbs! I timed it just right!
This cottage is beautiful I think I shall stay a while
A small gap in the stones by the shed will be my own at night
The occupants here play melodies from a grand piano which brings me a smile
This family, and me shall live together and coincide, a place in the world, a little mouse am I
Tater's and beer
In another privileged day of excitement
Look at me, friend, a belch has the sense to appear
Like a spit in a tube, with a reason to rube, I know a foolish hickey to relent
Like a child of the stars, the poise of uncertainty
Has become ours, to let a swallow of many and might
Become the secret of misery no one is saying, publicly...?
What the hell rhymes with muscles and care, if I do it myself up right?
A mouse wanders by, daring us to catch itself in a trap
Wow, it says, the misery I notice and due, is a little vague...
Suppose the danger of me and reality is for any and all, a hosting crap
That seems to be taters and beers, having a good time at my imagination's rage?
Herbert the hip hop mouse
twerked and tweaked around the house
His dancing was causing some annoyance to some
He is so lazy, he is a bum!
His father was the one to scold.
He’s young, said his mother, you are just old!
Herbert’s dancing was big and bold.
He hoped to win a contest’s gold.
Black kitty, my sweet cat.
The memory you left behind,
A small cardboard delivery box—
To you, it must have been a micro-universe.
And close to my bed,
Near my notebook where I look at the screen,
Sits the backup mouse
I bought for the frantic Nasdaq futures trading.
Unable to forget you,
Who has departed from me,
I just sit on my bed,
Gazing and gazing at you,
The you who is no longer visible.
Yet, I must sleep on this bed.
But my feet keep drifting over to that spot,
Inadvertently pushing your space away.
Then, the memory floods back.
Because I never, ever want to push
Your precious memory away,
Before I know it, I curl up tightly like a grub,
And fall asleep.
And then, I awake.
And that memory comes alive once more.
A mouse addressed a cat who thought him meek.
"Listen up", he said, "as forcefully, I speak".
Today, a statue of that mouse I sculpt,
as he looked before he once was gulped.
Hail the mouse who said much more than "Squeak".
Christmas blazer decorated with sprig of holly
made Mouse’s ensemble seem uplifted and jolly
That is a gorgeous fashion statement, an admirer said
Embarrassing shy mouse so that her cheeks turned red.
Eyes
Watching
A candle,
Gaze Surrendered,
Find the world
Ear listening,
Look back after looking
So you can
See my spirit
...and grasp tightening my eyes to shut
In the land of Wonky Woo
big tuxi cat meowed a moo.
By crone spells he chewed cud
He rolled about in sloppy mud.
A squeaky mouse feared no flack
and sprang upon his spotted back
to weave a nest of bouncy moss
show moo cat who was boss.
Grey, tiny forms and wood lice
gnawed his ears with tasty spice.
Cat and mouse play games.
Run and chase till dawn is done.
Checkmate ~ you're my daily catch.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
Little puss puss
on my knee
surveys the world
in window light.
She dreams of mice
glad rainbow birds
fragrant feasts
with milk to lap.
Her gracious love
forms a womb
where I bask
to cushion cares.
The silent meows
and paddy paws
loose tangleweed
of man speak.
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