A Thanksgiving poem, with apologies to Clement Moore:
“Twas the night before Thanksgiving and all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring except one little mouse.
The Hot dry summer had left mouse’s cupboard bare,
So he moved into the house in hopes that food would be there.
His family was nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Cheese Whiz danced in their heads.
But try as he might mouse could not sleep a wink,
As he peeked and he peered from under the sink.
Then out on the floor mouse spotted a large platter,
Close by sat a black cat; mouse had never seen fatter.
Behind the towel drawer mouse flew like a flash,
Then up on the counter he scurried with a dash.
A light from the bedroom cast a bit of a glow
On the cat’s twitching tail just a few feet below.
When out from the bedroom there suddenly appeared
A little old man with a snowy white beard.
As he waddled to the kitchen, he tripped over the cat,
Then fell to the floor with a great big splat.
Four letter curses from his mouth they came,
Expletives deleted, as he called out the cat’s name.
The fat cat screeched, then jumped up the wall,
And bounced onto the counter like a big butterball.
The poor little mouse was frozen with fear
To see the fat cat standing so near.
With a squeak and twirl mouse leaped in the air,
Then landed softly in the old man’s beard of white hair.
Still on the floor, the old man rolled round and round,
As mouse jumped safely to the floor with a great big bound.
Quickly mouse looked this way, then that,
Glancing first at the old man, then up at fat cat.
His search for food seemed no longer to matter,
But then he spotted a cheese ball on that large platter.
The old man sat up and started to wheeze,
As mouse mustered the courage to swoop up the cheese.
And before fat cat had time even to blink,
The brave little mouse flew back under the sink.
And I heard him exclaim as he dashed out of sight,
Happy Thanksgiving to all, and to all a good bite.
George Brown is the executive director of Clermont Senior Services.