I heard something running.
Chasing, maybe?
Then a squeak, squeak, squeak.
Peered around the corner and took a little
peek, peek, peek.
There she was,
my new huntress of the house.
Playing that old game they love -
Cat and Mouse.
She'd bat it a few times and watch it roll in terror,
She didn't see me yet, I didn't wanna scare her.
After watching her play with her food
for about ten minutes,
I picked up the little vermin
and gave it grand finish.
Outside to the king,
Sparkles the Grey.
A two bite snack,
On little mouse's last day.
