spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
Little mouse quakes and shivers
Little mouse twitches her whiskers
Little mouse watches from the dark corner under the coffee table
Her heart stirs
Her heart goes pitter-patter
Her heart nearly bursts within her breast
She sees what she wants
She sees the path clearly
She sees the most delectable morsel
Little mouse peers about her
Little mouse waits patiently
Little mouse learns bravery as soon as the sun goes down
Her paws move swift
Her paws go pitter-patter
Her paws nearly scrabble and skitter
She creeps ‘round the corner
She creeps up the bedpost
She creeps ‘til she finds what she wants
Little mouse nibbles
Little mouse washes her whiskers
Little mouse –SNAP–
….learns a lesson about stealing something that doesn’t belong to her
tara caribou | ©️2019
original artwork and the occasional rant
Art Consignments in Ninilchik, Alaska
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Poetry by Charles Joseph
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Oow. Love it. Sounds like she got what she deserved.
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Perhaps
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That was AWESOME! I’ve had a battle with a rather inventive little mouse lately, and I’m waiting for the big snap. 😉
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Oh my! Run little mouse!!
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You set me up. I really like it when you do that. More the reason to admire your talent.
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Thank you
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You are welcome.
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Lol – love it!
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Awesome
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Poor little mouse
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I’ll give you a hint: it’s not about an actual mouse.
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I get that
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Cool
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“Little mouse learns bravery, as soon as the sun goes down“. Definitely deserves “SNAP”.
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Yes, perhaps so.
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I used to have a pet mouse. He was white with red looking eyes.
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Awww cute! I actually like mice and voles. I think they’re cute. Though… this poem isn’t -actually- about a mouse 😉
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Flowers that aren’t so, then mice that aren’t so. What is really real, and what is isn’t isn’t?
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Well it’s up for personal interpretation.
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as is the most of life….
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Lol! This is great! Really liked it.
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Sweet! I’m so pleased you do. 🐁
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I like parable poetry…
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😏 yeah… it’s not really about a mouse… lol
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Did you catch a plagiarist?
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Hahaha! No, no nothing like that lol That’s awesome though. It fits.
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*cuteness overload* such a lovely read! Really enjoyed this 😀
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Awesome! I’m so glad you did! ☺️
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