Like A Mouse Poem by maria goodison

All throw the house I creep like
A mouse.
Wounding what could make that
Sound.
Creeping like a mouse oh, how
I wish I was still in my bed sleeping
Safe and sound.
I face the liver room door but it was shut
With my hand on the handle I tremble
with fear.
A creepy slow bang came out at me and
A small voce talked quietly.
I stood and tremble short my eyes and open
the door to fined.
The cat and dog playing card's, my daughter
Reading to the grandfathers clock.
And oh my how silly I feel as I creep back throw
the house like a mouse.