Mouse Poems - Poems about Mouse

... Growing up, I was the runt of the litter. My siblings called me Cute, because I was the youngest one. It was very hard growing up as a little mouse, gray with tiny white spots. I saw ......Read the rest...

...Dear guys,size and weight doesn't really matter, A small mouse can make a hole in a mighty mountain, Success is the result of hardwork and not the size better, The tiny ants make a......Read the rest...

...Beneath old floorboards I reside, from where I wander far and wide I climb cavities in each wall taking great care so I don’t fall. The family here are Jack and Jill and their baby by name......Read the rest...

...A is an ape who wishes he were a man - why? B is a butterfly who dreamed he was a man - why not? C is the cat who wants to sit in my chair, when he knows I want to sit there. D is the dignified du......Read the rest...

...Why does the mouse disguise itself as a rat? Because it has delusions of grandeur. The mouse thinks it must win in life, And to win in life is to be intimidating; To make a name for yourself. Ra......Read the rest...

... For my dearest grand-daughter A fantasy wish for me and you, To dance the whole night through, To rent a clown and laugh all night, Ride star beams that shine so bright, And play with snow......Read the rest...

... “So long as you have food in your mouth, you have solved all the questions for the time being.” _ by Frank Kafka Oh yes, I am known as a......Read the rest...

...TRANSFORMATION Am I really a mouse, surely it can’t be Yesterday, I was a mountain of a man Yet now, scrambling from these sheets In the morning light, I look down to see That I have short whi......Read the rest...

...Poem written for "Are You A Mouse Or A Mountain Poetry Contest" Matt Caliri, Sponsor 5/25/2024 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ In Mildred's bed, as dawn did break, A stir, a tw......Read the rest...

...Last night I was human. I was my "normal" self. Somehow, I've shrunk by five-foot-one! Now I'm a mouse upon a shelf. My heart sinks as I look down Upon the cat that was my friend. No purrs. M......Read the rest...

...As I sit wandering about the south side of Chicago captured effortlessly by the tall dandelions watching the lightening bugs rest on sunken cattails we often lit them just before the sun se......Read the rest...

...Kindergarten students in Miss G’s class rushed right in Clapping, smiling, stamping, tromping, stomping, laugh’n. They loved that she had transformed their door into a gingerbread house. One of th......Read the rest...

...I awoke this morning in a reflective state, Considering my life in the Johnston estate, And my trials and tribulations as a mouse, Living, as I am, actually, beneath their house. Cats, bird......Read the rest...

... (Title taken from Sara Etgen-Baker) In this little island before my house I hear not a sound not even a mouse muted trees of valor stand still in grace I think I almost won the rac......Read the rest...

... On a recent morning walk when I’d traveled about halfway from my house on the curb of the street in front of me…I encountered a cat and mouse. The cat wasn’t chasing the mouse…in fact both seem......Read the rest...