A mouse scurried into my house
Under the bed it settled its head
Out out I scowled
‘Tis a stranger you are and not welcome here’
Go! swoon ‘neth the bright harvest
Moon where you are safe
Go, before you meet your fate
My pleading fell on deaf ears
Not a word did the thing heed!
Feasting on cheese it ignored my plea
The haunting sight
of the guillotine trap ready to spring
troubled my dreams
‘Tis a stranger you are and not welcome here
Go! swoon ‘neth the bright harvest moon
Where you are safe
I pleaded to the little furry hurrying body
It ‘s long tail straight straight out behind
I have no desire to ensnare you
Go before the hangman gets you
Go! Be no more
Go! before I sealed your fate
I pleaded
Hoping he’d flee before the deed
He met my gaze
nibbled on the cheese
His hunger sated he sat back on his heels
The trap sprang forth
He hitched up his throat
Freed himself
from the hangman’s wire
Second chance be your fate
“Beneath the bright moon you will not swoon tonight
The hangman’s art outsmarted now
Go swoon ‘neth the bright harvest moon
You have earned it
My furry friend
But!
Come no more you are not welcome here
Gemma Hill
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