Saturday, December 30, 2023

The Story of the Pancake Mouse

The pitter patter of my tiny feet, I am a mouse, and I retreat

The sopping hair after the shower, I go down the drain with what remains of my power

I live inside the wall, I sleep on bits of hay

I gnawed out my place in this world

and now at night I lay

until I smell cheese and then I start to sniff

and I go and start exploring

the whole house bit by bit

but then SNAP!

quite unexpectedly I'm trapped

I'm flattened

just like that.


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