Confirmation has been received that the cute little furry animal that had the temerity to wrestle with the cat and disturb Meg’s sleep has left this world for a better one. One hopes that somewhere in the afterlife there is a place where he may better fit in.
And having slid beneath the wheels of a passing vehicle he fits into all sorts of places that he didn’t fit before.
The family thanks you, KBG, for your flowers and kind thoughts, but asks for privacy during this difficult time.
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And that is all. No curtain call
A mouse has had his day
They peeled him off the concrete
And sent him on his way
His tiny paws upon your floors
Shall be no longer heard
He shall no longer steal your sleep
There’ll be no final word
The cat upon the mat can sleep
And claim victory of a sort
Though the mouse arose triumphant
From a mighty battle fought
Being careless on the roadway
Was his only mortal sin
For he never saw the motor car
That squashed him paper thin
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Richmond Road 
HA HA HA H AH AHA! Ohhhh nooooo!!! Poor little mouse!!
I had to research bitumen! Never heard of it!
It’s all so tragic! That mouse survived Mr. Kitty’s attack, roughly sixteen hours underneath a desktop bookcase, a harrowing race across my room when Mr. Kitty came back upstairs, and my putting him in a cardboard box… all to get tragically run over!! AAUGH!! The universe must be having fun at my expense. 😀
Your poem reads like a gentle lullaby to lull a young child to sleep! It would also (the whole saga) make an excellent illustrated children’s book.
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I have changed bitumen to concrete to appease Americans. Does concrete work? Cement? Tarmac? Black road stuff?
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Yeah, concrete and pavement both work!! 😀 And I like black road stuff!! Not very poetic but very descriptive!
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“…he fits into all sorts of places that he didn’t fit before.” 🤣🤣🤣
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oh poor lil mousie 😦
What’s up pop you haven’t posted those lovely poems you’ve sprinkled in my comments section …
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My little bursts of enthusiasm tend to vanish as quickly as they appear.
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the see saw of lockdown
turns smiles into frown!
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