The Mouse

At 4:00 AM,

The mouse rises from his bed,

He showers with a bucket and spout,

And has his usual breakfast of milk and bread.

He leaves his dark hole,

From the baseboad of a wall,

Noticing the husband, wife, and kids are still asleep,

He realizes it's Fall.

He scurries to the fridge,

Wiggles underneath,

The mouse cuts a hole with his teeth to get inside,

And sees a plate of roast beef.

Minute by minute he stuffs his face full of meat,

And while in the process,

He looks for cheese,

Since it's his children's most favorite treat.

He returns to his hole where his wife and children await,

One by one he feeds all 72 kids,

He has plenty cheese to go around,

Especially for his mate.

Fall has gone by,

Winter has arrived,

The food stash is low,

The mouse is ready to retrieve more food to provide.

As he enters the fridge one more time,

There is no roast beef,

He looks all around the shelves in the cold box,

But there is not even a bottle of wine.

He waddles into the dinning room,

And sees the man and woman,

Hunched over the table with their hands in their faces,

The two giants are straddled with doom.

The woman hugs the man,

And tries to hush him,

He swipes a letter off the table,

And it falls onto the mouse,

The mouse reads the letter...

"Dear Mr. Johnson.

Due to recent budget cuts in our company,

Your job has been terminated,

Questions? Call us for more information."

The mouse now understands,

The man's family is in a predicament,

With quick thinking, the mouse runs into his hole,

And brings out his wife and all 72 kids holding food,

And present it to the husband's family.

For forty days and forty nights,

The mice provide for them,

If I had the ability to change anything in the world,

I would establish more food drives.