Miss Mouse

Tiny paws paved a path
As she wore a crimson hat.

Tightly bundled from the snow
Miss mouse scurried on
From the village to her home.


To the hut where she belonged
Once inside she barked some bread.

As it baked the sent a rose
Calling her friends to her home.

Pulling on her winter hat
Honey badger started on her trip.

She was first to arrive
Bringing her namesake as a surprise.

Next to show was that crafty fox.
Trudy Tru, who brought saucers and cups.

Swooping in from a mighty oak
the great horned owl landed,
caring a candlestick and musical box.

Exiting her cave from a toasty warm nap
Blue the bear brought a blanket of moss.
Tucked inside was a container
filled with ants on a log.

The friends of the Hollow
each had their part and
Soon even the moon gave
light to their secret spot.

From a hovel did hop
our brave little bunny
bringing pickled beets
made by her Aunt Bonnie.

Hurrying down a hollowed-out tree the squirrels arrived with a vanilla bean.

Miss Mouse used it with haste,
giving her porridge a wonderful taste.

The feast was assembled each portion complete,
but no fun would be had until Mary the could see.

Now, the last to arrive was a wee little lass.
Pulling her wagon piled high with her friends.

A bear in bright blue and a badger in a hat,
and a wise old owl holding a candlestick.
A brown little bunny with a cute little nose
and a very small mouse wearing an apron, of course.

She had a thermos filled with hot apple cider
but the star of the meal was fresh from the oven.
Hot-Crossed-Buns that tasted like heaven.

Now she in a scarf trimmed out in red
With a matching knitted cap that covered her head.

Bundled up tight with her wagon in tow,
She stepped out the door for a moonlight, stroll.

Silently, her mother watched as she sang.
Peering through lace curtains at a child deep in play.

What fun they had on her front porch.
Oh, the secrets they’d keep
even after she was grown.

Then everyone leaned forward to hear
What miss Mouse had to declare.

Even mother long to know
The secrets they just tucked away.

Giggles and songs filled the night.
Followed by slumber on a cold winter night.

Reviews

[Arundass TP]

Touching images so beautiful you wrote this. Good poem

[Cherrie L Bill]

Thank you Arundass