The resident Mickey Mouse
That takes refuge in my house
Squeaks its way through in the dead of the night.
The sink creaks with the weight
Of dirty dishes, laden with grease and guilt,
And an unspoken promise — tomorrow they’ll be scrubbed clean.
In the rat trap, stealthily awaits
A nibbling of mouldy old cheese.
The rat’s whiskers tremble in excitement
And in he jumps…snap!
A little bit of cheese is all it takes for mice.
I wonder what does it take for you