I lay in bed listening
To the mouse in the wall.
He doesn’t know I’m here,
I think I’ll call him Paul.
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He always comes at bedtime
To find his winter stash.
He must be very hungry,
Scratch and scrape and bang and bash.
It sounds just like marbles
That he rolls above my head,
But I think it must be nuts,
They sound loud when I’m in bed.
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I’m glad Paul won’t go hungry,
He works hard for every bite,
But I wish he’d work the day shift
So I could sleep at night.
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Violet’s Vegan Comics – creating funny vegan stories and poems since 2012
31 responses to “Listening to the mouse in the wall”
WOW! What a great poem. We love mousies, and marbles, so if you want, you can send Paul over😹Double Pawkisses for a Happy Day🐾😽💞
Ooh, cheeky! Miaow! I’m glad you liked the poem 😀 Thank you
This is ADORABLE – the poem and the illustrations.
Thank you so much 😀
I’m so glad you got to meet Paul he’s a distant cousin of mine, I’m sorry he disturbed you. Best, Marshall.
Ha ha ha 😀 that’s ok, we’ve got used to him now. I’ll give him your best Marshall 😉
Cool 🙂
When I was growing up with my wise old grandmother we had a whole family of mice in the walls. After I graduated high school, though, I learned how to keep the mice outside where they could be a viable part of the food chain rather than keeping me awake at night.
Aw, well, when you put it like that, you can’t really blame Paul for staying out of harm’s way 🙂