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My White Mouse

At dusk I saw a craintive mouse
That sneaked and stole around the house;
At first I took it for a ghost,
For it was snowy white – almost.

I’ve seen them in captivity,
But this white mouse was wild and free,
And every eye with stealth it stole
And foraged in the garbage hole.

I told the folks, yet wondered why
No one could see the mouse but I;
For it was really, truly white,
And not just silvered by moonlight.

And then there came a big black cat,
And thought I said: “Get out of that!”
It stared at me with savage eyes,
As big and yellow as moonrise.

And often times I wonder whether
They didn’t just go off together,
In the bright moonlight, paw in paw,
For never more my mouse I saw.


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Poem My White Mouse - Robert William Service