The Hero

Captured now, that little mouse
He had once tormented the house
Yet the brave fellow still tried
In an instant, the bell he had tied
Other mice couldn’t be doused

In the house, they did run amok
Uncontrollable, that naughty flock
But the scared kitty still tried
To find where the mice did hide
Right behind the grandfather clock

Alerted by the bell, the mice ran
Chase and catch, a cat’s only plan
At sunset, was all said & done
Survive he did, the very last one
Hero mouse, now leader of a clan

Shared at the Thursday Poets Rally (Week 39, from March 3 to March 9, 2011).

Image from Aesop found through Google Images

I’ve been awarded the Celebrate Poet of Spring in 2011, with 28 votes(?). I accept it, grateful to all who gave my blog the honor of a vote. Cheers!

Poetry & writing to me are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

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