A Prelude to ‘Klaus the mouse.’ A poem for children

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greytree
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since 2009-02-24

Posts 45
Wales

0 posted 2010-12-12 10:29 PM

Klaus the mouse lived in a house,
Deep in the skirting board.
He shared it with a lady mouse
Who he truly adored.

They played all day at hide-and-seek
Each hid curled in a ball
Till they let out excited squeaks
When found inside the wall.

They learned each nook and cranny there
Inside that brittle maze
And lived their lives quite free of care
Enjoying all their days.

One night-time Klaus did venture out
To get his lady cheese
A master thief, never in doubt,
He found his prize with ease.

Returning Klaus laid out the treats:
A cornflake as hors d'oeuvre,
An edam main and grape for sweet
He offered to his love.

They nibbled on their stolen food,
Aglow from pale moonlight.
An owl song helped set the mood
Of their romantic night.

Both mice now fed went off to bed
To curl up nice and warm,
Unknowing of the awful dread
That filled them in the morn.

When Klaus awoke he could not tell
What was that awful sound
Nor could he place that ghastly smell
That came from all around.

He left his love to safely sleep
Whilst he went to explore
With careful steps, a stealthy creep
He ventured to the door.

He peered out with nervous eyes
To see what made him stir
What met his gaze to his surprise
Was a tiny ball of fur.

It turned and mewed, its tail swished
and then it showed its teeth
it left its toys and milk filled dish
on paws with claws beneath.

Klaus stood stunned, as it began
To saunter to its goal
Just soon enough he turned and ran
Deeper into the hole.

The scratching, scraping, black fur beast
Tried and tried to slice
Into the wall to make a feast
Of those two young white mice.

Resourceful Klaus went to his love
And woke her from her rest
He led her to the floor above
And there they made a nest.

Now every night before they eat
Klaus returns down there
And creeps so quiet lest he meet
The vicious ball of hair.

He scurries out so silent and brisk
He'd seem to you a blur
as every time he runs the risk
of feeding ferocious fur.

As for his love, now Mrs Mouse,
Who stays up near the rafters,
She's fed each night by loving Klaus
With babies to look after.

In such an ugly time, beauty is the real protest

Margherita
Member Seraphic

since 2003-02-08

Posts 22236
Eternity

1 posted 2010-12-13 04:54 PM

This is absolutely delightful and well written. A joy to read!

Love,
Margherita

greytree
Junior Member

since 2009-02-24

Posts 45
Wales

2 posted 2010-12-14 10:44 AM

Thank you! It was written as a precursor for a micro-fiction I wrote earlier in the year. Should anyone be interested in further tales of Klaus and Millicent, read Klaus in the prose forum!

x

Earl Brinkman
Senior Member

since 2010-03-03

Posts 1183
Osaka, Japan

3 posted 2010-12-18 06:51 AM

This was a treat to read. I am glad that it did not run off the board before I got to it.

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