At dusk I saw a craintive mouse <br />That sneaked and stole around the house; <br />At first I took it for a ghost, <br />For it was snowy white - almost. <br /> <br />I've seen them in captivity, <br />But this white mouse was wild and free, <br />And every eye with stealth it stole <br />And foraged in the garbage hole. <br /> <br />I told the folks, yet wondered why <br />No one could see the mouse but I; <br />For it was really, truly white, <br />And not just silvered by moonlight. <br /> <br />And then there came a big black cat, <br />And thought I said: "Get out of that!" <br />It stared at me with savage eyes, <br />As big and yellow as moonrise. <br /> <br />And often times I wonder whether <br />They didn't just go off together, <br />In the bright moonlight, paw in paw, <br />For never more my mouse I saw.<br /><br />Robert William Service<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-white-mouse/
