(Possibly related to the Mouse in The Diary of the Harvest Mouse by John Betjeman?) <br /> <br />It's three o'clock, I'm kneeling, <br />It's quiet in God's house, <br />It's then I hear him scratching, <br />A single, lone church mouse. <br /> <br />He's swimming in the water font, <br />Beside the huge front door, <br />Then squeaks a tune near hymnals, <br />Stacked neatly, four-by-four. <br /> <br />Standing on the lectern, <br />Distant from his lair, <br />Confident - he stares at me, <br />I think he's deep in prayer. <br /> <br />Squeezing through the organ knobs, <br />Sitting on the keys, <br />Pulling at the hymn sheets. <br />The dust - it makes him sneeze. <br /> <br />Sitting upright on the altar, <br />He's cheeky I would say, <br />Was that AMEN I heard him squeak? <br />Just like the priest would pray. <br /> <br />Does he dream of Hell? <br />Where cats would hunt, would tease? <br />Or does he dream of Heaven? <br />In a paradise of cheese? <br /> <br />It's three fifteen, I'm leaving, <br />It's quiet in God's house, <br />He's disappeared, he's hiding, <br />That single, lone church mouse.<br /><br />Joe Hughes visit joehughes.org.uk<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-church-mouse/
