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