Little mouse
....where are you????

There was a
little mouse
in my house
under my bed
where I lay my head.
I am a coward
so I called my roommate
who brought a flashlight
and rake.
I mumbled
OMG Give me a break.
He found my lost keys
and my baseball cap
and an abundance of
other random crap.
But no mouse was found
we had no alternate plan
so now I'm sleeping
on the living room divan. :/
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Thanks for reading! This is dedicated to Mother Combs who inspired me to write a poem about, uhm, a mouse, proving clearly, I have wayyyy to much time on my hands...lol
About the Creator
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Sam Harty is a poet of raw truth and quiet rebellion. Author of Lost Love Volumes I & II and The Lost Little Series, her work confronts heartbreak, trauma, and survival with fierce honesty and lyrical depth. Where to find me


Comments (4)
Lol, for a second there I thought this actually happened 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
Oh, I'm loving this!! This is just too sweet!! <3
Ha ha Kind of win though look at all the things you found and sleeping on the couch isn’t the worst
Aw that's is cute, hoping its 'just' a poem and you get to sleep 💜