The Mousetrap

The Mousetrap

Scurrying along
the skirting board
the little mouse
peanuts does hoard

His eyes do gleam
his whiskers twitch
he pauses briefly
to scratch an itch

He scampers quickly
to and fro
wondering which
way to go

To avoid the
searching human eyes
to snare this creature
they must try

More often than not
their attempts do fail
to catch this vermin
in a plastic jail

But maybe this time
things will alter
and the mouses devious mind
will falter

Peanuts are laid
out in a line
now all to do
is wait some time

The mouse is here
there is a rustle
along the floorboards
he does bustle

Waiting, there's the
telltale SNAP!
the captor ventures
to check his trap

But what is this?
there's nothing there
no bundle of fur
caught in the snare

And what is worse
the nut has gone!
Oh well, back
to square one!

~PRD~