I sat and looked outside my house;
in the dune grass I saw a mouse;
he scurried away with much haste
heading toward my house with spouse.
I scurried not to be outpaced
not a movement did I waste;
the door to the garage did open fast
the movements of the mice I traced.
I’m sure they thought they quickly passed
under the door to their mouse stash,
but they didn’t know I knew their place
having secured a trap in a flash
with peanut butter so neatly encased
tantalizing a mouse’s taste;
I knew the rodents could not resist,
but seeing me they ran from the place.
Oh, foolish me, I should have sat pat
and trusted that peanut butter trap.