A sudden flash

Went through the room

A spider I thought

My evening’s doomed

Spider hunts

I hate them so

Where the heck to

did it go?

Recovering

from the first scare

Bravely

I started to stare

In every corner

Every place

But from the spider

There was no trace

Slowly

Regaining my breath

Still planning

A spider’s death

Another flash

Another scare

Of silvery grey

A curious glare

From two little eyes

of a tiny mouse

who obviously was

born in the wrong house

It took just one glance

to know

this mouse had not a chance

Soon my living room

Became “the Killing Fields”

For a mouse born in the wrong house

I set up a trap

My God

What a curious little chap

While I fixed the cheese

He touched my hand sniffing

Geeeeezzzz

Acting not so smart

Is how he won my heart

Courageous indeed

Baby mice are kinda sweet

Counting on it’s curiosity

I was able to catch him easily

He ran between my hands

Where he started to dance

Tickling me with his soft fur

And all the time

My lazy cat did purr

From her safe place on the chair

Looking down on me

with a certain flair