In a cold empty room
lives a mouse called Jerome
at the top of the stairs
in a place he calls home.
And he often feels sad
when he’s nothing to do
sitting thinking of her
of the one who’d be true.
Still he hopes, eyes alert
while he’s seeking for food
lower down where the smells
help him out of his mood.
He has searched everywhere
that was safe to explore
but no scent has he caught
of Miss Mousy Galore.
She might suddenly come
through the crack in the wall
the gap under the door.
He might just hear her call.
How his little heart beats
when he sees in his dreams
those bright eyes full of love
and her soft coat that gleams.
what strikes me in you Jan is that you can write about anything and with flying colors.well done man .an original theme.
Thanks. I guess it’s always a surprise (for me too) and sometimes a pleasant one 🙂