In the Humble Opinion of LittleBill, Socialist, Atheist, and Humanist
Poetry in Practice in Public

Poetry in Practice in Public – It’s Getting Better


I was sleeping in bed with the radio on,
My dreams darting from nightmares to fear,
When a sound much scarier entered my head,
And it turned out to be sounding right here.

I ran here and there in search of the sound,
Half awake, half unconscious with sleep,
As it usually happens in such cases, of course.
It was then that I heard a small peep!

I rushed to the tub, and there they were,
My two black cats, and in between,
A very small mouse, doing his best,
Jumping up and down, could be seen!

Rub a Dub Dub, two cats in the tub
With a poor frightened mouse between them.
Forward and back, like a Nascar track.
Oh, woe! If I hadn’t seen them!

So, girding my loins (do women do that?)
And stiffing my lip, I began intervening.
I grabbed each struggling cat in my hands.
(They knew that my gestures had meaning!)

Catching the cats, one after the other,
Away both went to a far distant room,
And I went in search of my have-a-heart trap,
Stored for when such emergencies loom.

I gently placed the trap in the tub
To rescue the scared little mouse.
It ran right in, and peeped in thanks,
Then I took it out of the house.

It’s as safe as it can be in the wild.
Tonight I’ll sleep when I lay down my head.
My cats can only watch through the screen,
A dear creature still alive and not dead.


an average patriot said...

Yes that is better Little Bill! You are a dear to observe and read. I love your persona!

LittleBill said...

Thanks for your support, Av Pat.

an average patriot said...

All right little Bill! Don't make me mushy, you know you are special! You just relax and take care!

an average patriot said...

Hi Little Bill
Thinking of you, have a nice week end!