Rustle!
By Rhiannonw
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I heard a rustle in a drawer
puzzled, opened it – and saw
two bright round eyes
beady brown – Shriek! surprise!
When help arrived the mouse had gone –
out of the drawer’s back and then along
behind some cupboard, then under the floor?
A nibbled hot water bottle
in a lower drawer –
we had to use a trap,
didn’t want a roving mouse
wandering, gnawing in our house!
Another time, another house,
we found a soap bar with mouse
claw and bite marks.
Kitchen soap’s not meant for mice:
we didn’t think it very nice
that at night a mouse gnaws, stands
on what’s meant for washing hands!
[IP: – not the one just posted: Unexpected Visitor/s ]
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Another great IP response
Another great IP response Rhiannon. As I've had cats most of my life, my houses have always been happily mouse free, except for the odd 'gift' brought in by cats - and one of the gifts hid in the back of my dishwasher and ate the wiring which destroyed the dishwasher. A very expensive revenge!
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I can't help admiring the
I can't help admiring the beautiful little things but they multiply so quickly and can cause a lot of damage. I remeber finding dozens of seeds deposited inside a box of Biotex washing powder when we had mice under the sink. Delightful poem, Rhiannon.
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Absolutely Love the rhymes
Absolutely Love the rhymes and rhythm in this one! I remember as a child, when Mum thought the washing machine was damaging her tea towels, JUST the tea towels, very mysterious. Then realised it was not the washing machine that was making the holes, but their own tea towel drawer - there was a cosy mouse's nest at the back! Like with that soap, in your wonderful poem, sort of cute, but also HORRIBLE that a mouse had been living on cloth used for drying cutlery etc. Wonder if the mouse, safely back outside in the bank where the cat had (we hoped) caught it from in the first place, remembered about the time living in the kitchen
Please would you consider reading this one, if there is a reading event in the New year?
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I thought your mouse
I thought your mouse experience was narrated very well in this poem Rhiannon. It reminded me of the mouse we had in mine and my husbands first house, that lived behind the skirting board in our dining room, We were always aware of it when we were eating our meals, like it was watching us.
Jenny.
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