An Italian-American living la dolce vita in the Deep South

An Italian-American living la dolce vita in the Deep South

Thursday, August 17, 2017

The Attic Door

A bump in the middle of the night
And I awoke with a dreadful fright.
Who, what, where … was it here in our house?
But then I thought, “I know! It’s a mouse!”


A mouse in our attic, but of course!
The noise I heard … why, that was the source.
But that’s not true and I knew because
The noise was made by much bigger paws.


Well, I’m not worried. At least somewhat.
The attic door is completely shut.
Until my husband is back in town …
Well, that darn thing is NOT coming down.


*from the files of very bad poetry by Bia



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