The Stray Little Mouse Poem by Vidya Pandarinath

Peering out with his shining snout
And uneven bristles projecting outward
The little mouse was just reluctant
To move out and venture the instant; ;
He was not impulsive nor a coward,
Yet he always had his own doubt:
May be there was a Tom there about....?

Assuring himself of all safety
He sneaked out and gaining confidence
Jumped on to a long idle table;
In his next feats gripped a lean cable,
And using his natal skill and prudence
Reached a well positioned jack fruit hefty
Yes...there was something delicious and plenty..!

With a ritual like close circling run,
Round the tempting target, came the resolution
To fix the locale of the surgical burrow;
Unable to gnaw he did whimper in sorrow,
Having tried every bit and all devolution;
Kicking the hard, spiked fruit he did shun,
Grumbling: the selfish bipeds have all this done

Preparing himself for searches new, and jump down,
Found the spacious hall had everything, yet nothing;
Feeling lonely, lost, ruffled and reckless a little
Had the fond urge at least to prove his mettle;
Facing the ever lazy, over-doted Tom gloating
With eyes closed, which when opened with a frown,
Squealing he retreated, seeing the trimmed paw drawn.