Christmas Mouse©Myrea Pettit
A Merry Christmouse!
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse?
But, I heard my cat purring, in my lonely house
He paced up and down upon the cold floor
Ferociously wagged, and meowed with a roar
“What gives, little friend? Are you quite alright?
Your fur’s standing on end, and your eyes are alight!”
I followed his gaze, and what did I see
A mouse with a beard, staring at me
He wore a robe weaved in red, with checkerboard squares
And sleeves trimmed in white upon his mouse hairs
On his shoulder, a sack, with food I would think
He gathered from baskets by my kitchen sink
He wandered the distance to my potted-tree
On which I put garlands for kitty and me
By now my crazed feline lost his own voice
And sat down in amazement, the obvious choice
The colorful rodent thought my décor scant
Scrunched up his pink nose, and strung lights on my plant
Next to the trunk, he left treats and a book
Hung a little mouse-stocking from a little mouse-hook
Just at that moment a tear hit my eye
The Season’s warm greetings I met with a cry
Before I could thank him, or offer him cheese
He scurried away through the wall in a breeze
I opened the covers of my little gift
With pleasure I read and started to drift
This magical visitor came just in time
And left me some pages of Christmas-Mouse rhyme.
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Theo J. van Joolen©2010