by Jack Tricarico
I awoke around the time
There wasn’t any time
I might say it was around the time
When people without bedmates
Question their pillows:
“Why am I alone?”
Natasha was on her knees
By a hole in the wall
Tapping her fingers
And humming a song
Inviting a mouse
To step in her hand
I expected a long wait
And a pissed off woman
Cursing a mouse
And stamping the floor
And in no time at all
A mouse peered out
Looked to the left
Looked to the right
And sat in her palm
In barely a dress
And no underwear
She took the mouse to the door
And returned with a yawn:
“Never chase a mouse with a broom!”
She declared
“I was dreaming you did that!”
In some dark cave
Behind an apartment wall
A bunch of convulsing mice
Were laughing at Jack
One giggling to another:
“Perhaps he should get a cat!”
Quite a clever poem…enjoyed the humor.