MOUSEY
Poetry by Jenny Moxham

From all-creatures.org
SPIRITUAL AND INSPIRATIONAL
POETRY ARCHIVE

From time to time I've sometimes
Come across a little mouse,
Who'd somehow found his way into
My warm and cosy house.

I must admit I wasn't pleased
To see that little guest,
That little furry animal
That people call a pest.

But just the other day I saw
A little baby mouse,
His mum had turned my compost bin
Into a little house.

Now after seeing him each day
I realize mice are sweet,
In fact I even love to leave
A juicy little a treat.