The Mice – Poetry

I cannot see you but I know you are there

In cracks and crevices you scuttle away

Hidden from eyes but chorusing feet betray you

I do not mind if you make your home

In the membrane of my own

But please I ask you little beasty

Do not cross the barrier of plaster and stone

Of brick and mortar that makes my own

I believe we can cohabit well

If in my home you do not dwell

Stay on the outskirts but not within

My little home made of plaster and stone

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