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.
New House... • Opuss № I