The Tiny Mouse

In the quiet of the night
In the stillness of the house
Came a muted little scurrying
Of a tiny, subtle mouse.

In the weak light of the moon
A serene shadow did befall,
That scared the tiny mouse
As it chased him down the hall.

The soft purring of a cat
Made his little whiskers twitch
As he darted down the hallway -
Not knowing which way was which.

He hurried in great silence,
Scampering across the floor.
Quickly searching for an exit -
Needing to find a door.

As he skidded ‘round a corner
He saw a chance to hide.
Charging through the cat flap,
The tiny mouse ran off outside.