A tiny little visitor came to my garden, late
He found the row of brand new seeds
And every one, he ate.
He's a lovely little furry guy, has a long long tail
He tunnels through the garden beds
He makes my seedlings fail
He lives beneath the ground, in holes
Because he is so very shy.
Climbs all the hen house poles
For fun as he's passing by
He digs all around the chook house
Makes his tunnels everywhere,
Leaves droppings, like a louse
In the feed dish that is there.
But should he stick his head out
In the light of day
There's a rooster there just waiting
To peck his life away
Author notes
My muse is not pleased with all the serious stuff so !!
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cute story, love it...
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You like my little mouse? If I could I would send him to you. He is a minor problem in the garden but I find him cute anyway. thanks for your comments and glad you love him.
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Nice read
Easy to read and imagine the little rodent hopping about. You really captured his rapid movements in the cadence of the poem. Bravo
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Thank you for a lovely comment. That mouse may be an endangered species called a Dunnart, but I'm not sure, so I made him a field mouse of which there are plenty.
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Gentle and Furry
As long as he does not eat the sprinkling can, and carry away the gnomes.
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I am not sure if he is a Dunnart or not, so I made him a field mouse. The frogs won't allow him near the watering can and the gnomes are in the town gardens. My garden gnomes are the spiritual knid and that damn mouse can't touch them. Thank you for commenting my friend. They are such gentle and furry little guys, much smaller than a house mouse.
Bob
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Loved it. I like light carefree poetry and this is what this is.
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Hi Gypsy, Many thanks for your lovely comments. You are right, it is carefree poetry. I wrote a few serious ones recently and my muse decided it was time for a bit of light hearted writing. I appreciate your commenting.
Bob
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lovely write mate... sounds like you love them meeces to pieces
time to get yourself a cat, cant have the garden destroyed... enjoyed mate, and think you dont need the , in the first stanza
cheers
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I think these little guys are marsupial but can't get them to stand still long enough to find out. Love your comment Mate, and we already have three cats. They wouldn't dare kill anything. Anyway one is too old and lazy, one brings home anything that falls between his paws as a pet and the other is busy with Kitten rabbits. We have weird animals.
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This is so cute and I loved it very much. We had one in our garden in our old place, but we found out later that it wasn't a mouse but a native Australian animal which I can't remember the name of. We got curious when he started hopping rather than running. I adore this piece and am bookmarking it cause it is one which really sits so easy with me. Brilliant!
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I love your comments. They hit the nail right on the head. Thank you for them all.
I am not sure if our field mouse is a Dunnart or not. Dunnarts are marsupial native mice and are smaller than a field mouse but they are supposedly insect eaters, not seed eaters.
There are Dunnarts here but they are so timid and so tiny we have only seen a couple.
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I've enjoyed it so much. Very beautiful imagery.
Nice pictures.
A very damn mouse, the one that destroys everything in the garden, becomes a very interesting and a gracious character in this beautiful poetry.
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Hi Jasmine, I appreciate your commenting, and I am pleased you enjoyed the poem. I have a large garden and planted a row of carrot seed for later in the year, this mouse came one night and followed the row, he left me nothing. So I replanted the row again. That is how the poem came into being.
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