House Guests. Poem by PAUL COLVIN

As midnight strikes another day
The underworld comes out to play,
You’ll hear them tapping by the door
Or tiny feet across the floor.

The little mice have come to stay
In darkest corners, hide away
But we all know when they’ve been here
They leave their droppings everywhere.

You clear it up then see a shoe
All full of holes, they’ve chewed right through,
Traps and pellets, they’re too cute for that
Creating havoc, that’s their game, those mice and tiny rats.