MY MOUSE
I live on two acres in a big white house
But you see I'm never lonely
Because I have my mouse
He runs across the lounge room floor
While I'm watching telly
Straight into the kitchen
Then to fill his little belly
Sometimes he'll stand on his hind legs
I guess it's just to show me
It's just to show he knows me
I don't know where he really lives
Or where he has his nest
But of all the homes that he's been in
He reckons mines the best
I never put any mouse trap out
They're so cruel and gory
But if he brings his mates along
Well that's another story.
M.C. Newberry
Fri 19th May 2017 13:46
I had my own small occasional visitor who used to appear
in a grey blur across my carpet while I watched TV
in the early hours and I've previously posted about that
domestic situation. Sometimes, my little visitor would
pass amazingly close to yours truly as if unaware I was
there - until I made an intentional movement to speed
things along in a dash for cover. I found the little corpse
one morning beneath the table supporting the TV and
like to think the last glimpse of a passing life was of this
live and let live human host. But I go along with the
misgivings about a host of friends and relations making their
home with me here in my 2nd floor flat!