The Intrusion

Pity the poor mouse

Running loose in our house,

Brought home by a cat

And dropped on the mat

It ran for its life

Never meant to cause strife.   

But the cat made such a clatter

Didn’t think it would matter

The noise woke me with a start 

Disturbing the beat of my heart 

It’s only four in the morning 

I thought it was a warning 

we might have an intruder  

and what could be ruder! 

But I’m not going to shout  

As cat knocks things about, 

So now I’m awake 

And the mouse needs to escape 

On one thing we agree 

I need to set him free 

And I am in need of a drink 

A cup of hot coffee I think. 

Jackie S Brooks © 

3^rd February 2026