Wherever you go, you’ll see them <br />assorted coloured tree mice. <br />They can be white, black, red and grey. <br />I must admit I have never seen one <br />with poker-dot spots, <br />by now your asking <br />what the heck is a tree mouse. <br />Well they are bushy tailed rodents <br />that love nuts and fruit and other assorted things. <br />Like a cat, they’ll raid a dustbin or two. <br />They scamper across our lawn <br />come the summer time <br />even do a high wire act <br />when cables are off the grown. <br />They tease the neighbourhood cats <br />with their arial displays <br />saying come and catch me if you can. <br />Knowing full well the poor cat <br />is no tightrope walker. <br />They are cheeky little fellows <br />and you cannot help watching them. <br />If you have a bag of peanuts <br />and your not quick enough <br />they will climb down your arm <br />help themselves, then grab the lot. <br />Some people call them a pest <br />and I know a few cats <br />would agree with that. <br />Personally, I get great pleasure <br />watch the tree mice play. <br /> <br /> <br />11 September 2009<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-tree-mouse/
