Saturday, March 02, 2019

Mice, a poem


Mice do get caught,
they can’t be taught
to always elude the cat.
Their little feet
may not be fleet
enough, and that is that.

Here they hurry
and there they scurry,
seeking a crumb or a mate,
knowing today
but not what may
be tomorrow’s fate.

Cats do catch mice —
that is a price
the species has payed before.
But my, oh my,
how mice multiply
and soon there will be more!

Stephen Brooke ©2019

Light verse. Very light.

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