That wasn’t there before on the sink,
there was just a saucer and coffee cup
when I came to the kitchen for a drink.
No thing of evil seated where I sup.
I need to do something to get it out,
look about for a trap or coffee can.
It moves at me, I back up with a shout,
reach out, try to grab my old frying pan.
It's too far away, the wild critter jumps,
then stares death at me and leaps to the floor.
I run, trip on the carpet, lose my pumps.
It chases past me and scurries to the door.
I gingerly approach... let it leave house
that tiny obnoxious terrifying mouse.
Mary A. Couch resides in Noblesville, Indiana, and works as an Admin Assistant for Taylored Systems, Inc. a local telecommunication company. She is the Premier Poet for the Indiana State Federation of Poetry Clubs, and she learned poetry from her mother and two grandmothers who were writers, artists and storytellers. She has been published in a variety of venues.