The Visitor II

We had a little visitor
who startled us last night
there behind the cupboard glass
perched and in plain sight
A little chap, brown and petite
his presence now declared
though how he found his way in there
was not something he shared

Limerick – Lies

Mrs. Android went to see where truth lies
She surfed through Google sea, being wise
Truths from cocoons be lies in bits
Lies from cocoons be truths in hits
She nodded, ‘Lies are truths written by mice’

Mouse, of the wild

O mouse, of the wild
Mystified under the bush
Do you wear a shadow
To cover your fears

Manfred

 

Sitting in the sunshine
I saw movement by the wall
Little Manfred Mouse was out
To pay me a social call

The words that I produce

My lies beneath my mouse
does it know of the words
it helps produce

My desk
lies beneath my computer
is it alive with words

Past

You know the rainbow is fading when you
Tear away from the embrace of the cute mouse
And you find an excuse to kill the sorcerer
And you coop up at home cowering of the sun

You know the mountains await when your
Little country path becomes winding
And your forty winks become zero
And your toys are suffocating in the closet.