The Mouse's Stamina

A poem that was written by a mouse who steals the sticks off the tops of apples and makes nests behind my mother's micro wev. She wanted to leave the nest be, but then there were just more and more mice. The moment that made her decide she needed to get mouse traps was when a fock and mouse came up on to the window sill and just at sat there staring at her. He'd broken the rules of mose human cohabitation. If you've got mice in your house, the mouse's job is to stay out of the way. Like, mice don't want you to see em. They run between couches, they hide. And that's the