The Mouse. Poem by guy lipmore

He trotted around the plant pot base,
With a determined look on his face.
Dangling high above was the apple so juicy,
He just had to get to eat it coz’ he was so hungry.
Slowing down his pace to a walk,
Leaping up to the trunk, along the branch to the stalk.
Sinking his fangs right through the apples skin,
Within seconds, his mouth was chomping right in.

In the wind the apple was swinging,
Underneath the mouse was clinging.
Stronger the wind got, gale force it blew,
The mouse continued to munch and chew.
He was a pro’, clinging whilst eating,
The branch started swaying and creaking.
Suddenly a loud almighty crack,
Then even a louder almighty snap!
He gazed up at the branch as it snapped,
The apple and the mouse just dropped.
‘Stuck’ to the apple, an issue he could see.
As he and the fruit descended from the tree.
The problem was, his claws were embedded,
In to the apple as to the ground, he headed.
Frantically he tried to break free his claws,
Yanking like mad with his paws.
Still plummeting like a brick,
A gust of wind did the trick.
Getting one leg loose, then both free,
Still falling like a ‘stone’, he could see.

Now below the apple tree were some old paint pots,
His descent got faster as he drops.
The pots were full of rainwater,
They were getting closer and closer.
As the water and impact got near.
He pushed away the apple and got clear.
Breaking free he head nosed dived,
Maybe thought he had survived.

Hitting the water with a splashing thud,
He survived becomiing a ‘dud’.
Then the falling apple hit his head.
The fruit knocked him cold dead!
His demise was instant, he did not feel,
Well at least his belly was full with his last meal.

01/11/13