By Sally Ann Houston
A mouse in his hole
scared for his soul
after being chased by the cat,
Is tempted and teased
by the smell of cheese
lying outside his hole in a trap.
He is frightened and alone,
starved to the bone,
and should only be concerned with hiding.
Yet journeys away
and does not stay
after much self-debating and fighting.
He is tempted and teased
for the taste of the cheese,
not caring to notice
the trap that is waiting.
The mouse all alone
travels farther from home
although it may mean
the end of cheese tasting.
For the mouse through much time
and the flip of a dime
has chosen the cheese
over the cat. For if he must die
and say goodbye
he would rather be a little more fat.

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