There once upon a legend lived
A tiny grey-furred mouse,
Who found it his sole want and goal
To flee from Human’s house.
He’d high-cocked ears upon his head,
A finely swishing tail,
And the fastest legs e’re known to mice
To speed him through our tale.
His name was Crumbs, a mighty champ
Among the realm of mouse.
Crumbs was a daring prisoner
Within the Human’s house.
He wanted nothing but escape
Within his tiny heart.
And so, when all was still and deep
He made his valiant start.
With all the speed known to those legs
He scampered ‘cross the floor
Then tragedy! He had been seen!
He hid quite near the door.
Time and again he made his dare
To dart forward towards the light.
But every time he sensed his captors
Watching him that night.
Alas! He did not know how they
Desired him to creep
Away, as much as he himself!
For sake of their own sleep.
He felt cold wind from open door
Brush through his whiskers long
He held his breath and darted forward
To freedom, towards the dawn!
He braved the night and rain and fear
He scorned the baying dog
He laughed at humans lurking near,
And freedom lit his jog.
So ends the tale of Crumbs, our champ
Who fled from Human-home,
Upon his speedy legs to race,
Forever more to roam.
Delightful!
This is adorable, Clare-Therese, and very well-rhymed! So…what was the true story behind “our champ”? You’ve piqued my interest in this epic tale of valor now! 😉
I vividly remembered our own brush with mouse-dom when our basement pipes were cleaned out, and a whole family of mice invaded our living quarters upstairs! One scampered along the back of a bench I was sitting on, resulting in a shreak and bolt forward from yours truly! 😉