Peephole Mouse

Here's a poem I started quite some time ago and never finished. I was just going through my quotes book/ dream journal/ random inspirations of the moment scribbles when I rediscovered it, so thought I'd share it on here.

"Peephole Mouse"

Quietly a peephole mouse

gleans all he needs

from those ignorant tenants he keeps.

How can such a small landlord

make use of all their spoil?

...easy.

A look around during the night 

and everything wonderful found!

A fine lady's glove ought to be perfect

for a lace curtain or two,

and the gentleman's pipe,

though dreadful to lite,

gives warmth for a glorious stew.