Tiny little mouse, <br />running 'round my room <br />search near and far <br /> for something to consume. <br /> <br />I see your tiny traces <br />all over the place. <br />I want to call you Fred <br />but your name may be Grace. <br /> <br />Little whiskers flying <br />you run across my chair. <br />You fly so fast, dear mouse, <br />you seem to float on air. <br /> <br />I see you in the evenings <br />when you come out to play <br />I can't help but wonder. <br />What do you do all day? <br /> <br />I see you now, mouse <br />on the corner of my bed. <br />You look right at me <br />And tilt your little head. <br /> <br />I wish you would come closer. <br />I hope that you will see <br />Though I cannot move <br />you would find a friend in me. <br /> <br />If you decide you like me <br />you could play in my hair. <br />And when they get me up <br />we could both ride in my chair. <br /> <br />LOOK! There in the shadows. <br />Is that Old Tom, the cat? <br />What does he thing he's doing <br />lurking 'round like that? <br /> <br />I guess you had better go now. <br />Come back another day. <br />When he is so close <br />it is not safe to play. <br /> <br />NO! <br /> <br />Tom, you mindless scoundrel, <br />get off of my bed. <br />This is my friend mouse <br />And I don't want him dead. <br /> <br />RUN! <br /> <br />Tom, you come back here. <br />Leave that mouse alone. <br />Forget your fearsome nature <br />till my friend mouse has flown. <br /> <br />Oh, mouse. <br /> <br />I do not blame you <br />for not seeing me once more. <br />It is obvious to me <br />you are not safe on my floor. <br /> <br />I do so long to see you; <br />maybe touch your little ear. <br />But I have no hope of that <br />While bad Old Tom is here.<br /><br />Linda Burns<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ode-to-one-mouse/
