Challenges | Daily Life | Hinda Blum | Poetry
A mouse, oh no!
A mouse
in my
house
Is not my
friend
NOT my
friend
oh no
not my
friend
I was sitting
in the
kitchen
when I
saw him
fly by
from behind
the fridge
he didn’t
even
say hi
If I see him
again
I’ll scream
and I’ll yell
GET OUT
GO AWAY
this is not,
a mouse
hotel
He’ll look
at me
funny
nod
as if to say
“I ought to know
better
I ought to be
kind
Forgive me
I’m hungry
and your home
is so fine”
“So sorry
I scared
you
but I’ve
got to
run
I’d like to be
friends
we could have
lots of
fun”
But he never
came back
we patched
up the hole
and I think
it’s good,
cause you just
never know
if someone’s
a friend
or someone’s
a foe
After all,
he’s a
hungry little
mouse
on the go,
to and fro

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