15 July 2012

I walk up the spiral staircase,

Which is decorated with lace,

I glance up to the highest ceiling,

Wondering what my fortune will bring,

And as I returned to solid ground,

I pat the head of the house's hound,

Taking one last look at the house,

I see a tiny, little mouse,

As it scurries up to the top of the window,

Meeting it's death by the mean old crow.

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