The Mouse Poem by Randy McClave

Sneaky, quivering little mouse
I didn't think that you were in my house
Then I looked and there you were
With your little pink tail and your gray fur
I heard your scratching in my bedroom wall
Hoping you were the wind and not real at all
But there you are just standing over there
You see me as I saw you, so I grab a chair.

Brave, forward little vermin
Should I shout and curse you with my own sermon
Then I will end it all by throwing my shoe
As I hope to scare or even better yet killing you
You will keep me awake the rest of the night
As I hear your scratching and I'll wonder with fright
Where and if I will see you ever again
But that is a choice of mine, and yours is when.

Greedy, scavenging little beast
You come into my house to defecate and feast
Inside my walls I now hear your gnawing
Now upon my floor I see you crawling
I see no need or use in you at all
As I hear you scampering and searching behind my wall
You come to my home as a uninvited guest
Indeed you are a nasty, unwanted pest.

Sneaking, sniffing little rodent
Your life to me isn't that important
As I watch you scamper on my kitchen floor
In my house and in my walls I want you no more
I wonder why you need to exist
So I will lay my traps so your nuisance will not persist
You disgusting, filthy, horrible little mouse
I want you out of my life and also my house.

Randy L. McClave