The Mouse Who Stayed For Supper Poem by Susan Lacovara

I imagine him with tiny Louis Vuitton luggage
Scurrying scuttling setting up house
Unpacking his matchbox belongings
Into my kitchen ceiling tiles
The mouse who stayed for supper

A bit of a distraction while trying to type
He cares not if he interrupts my morning tea
He's obviously absent minded and late for an appointment
Always in a rush forgetting something or another
Having to backtrack overhead and overheard
No less than two hundred twenty two times a day
Traipsing the length of the room, me at rope's length end

He's a bit brazen lately, this fast footed foreigner
Twice now dare-deviled dashed past the drowsy cat
And with acrobatic agility avoided the always on-guard dog
I'll confess his only reason accomplishing this feat,
At best, my fed too generously pets obese
And they prefer slumber to slaughter

I allowed him headway when frost bit hard
But now nibbling obnoxious, he needs to find a garden
Leave the rafters of my rooms
And meet up with chipmunk punks hiding in the hyacinth
My patience thin, his pitter patter prancing
Sounding more like marathon country line dancing
The mouse who stayed for supper

Who am I kidding...
I'll not chase him out
Nor set inhuman homicidal traps
To capture him in peanut butter bondage
Word on the streets, the girl's too sweet
To cancel the lease of any homeless stay
Who stows away, seeking munchies and mercy
Quite okay if he stays..luggage and all
Traversing my halls, I'll get used to the noise
And would probably stay up nights worrying what became of
The mouse who stayed for supper
Should he decide to dine eleswhere