![]() Miss MouseA Story by Cherrie
Tightly bundled from the snow
Miss mouse scurried on From the village to her home. To the hut where she belonged There inside she made some bread. As it baked the sent a rose Calling her friends to her home. Pulling on her winter hat Honey badger started on her trip. She was first to arrive Bringing her namesake as a surprise. Next to show was that crafty fox. Trudy Tru, who brought saucers and cups. Swooping in from a mighty oak the great horned owl landed, caring a candlestick and musical box. Exiting her cave from a toasty warm nap Blue the bear brought a blanket of moss. Tucked inside was a container filled with ants on a log. The friends of the Hollow each had their part and Soon even the moon gave light to their secret spot. From a hovel did hop our brave little bunny bringing pickled beets made by her Aunt Bonnie. Hurrying down a hollowed-out tree the squirrels arrived with a vanilla bean. Miss Mouse used it with haste, giving her porridge a wonderful taste. The feast was assembled each portion complete, but no fun would be had until Mary the could see. Now, the last to arrive was a wee little lass. Pulling her wagon piled high with her friends. A bear in bright blue and a badger in a hat, and a wise old owl holding a candlestick. A brown little bunny with a cute little nose and a very small mouse wearing an apron, of course. She had a thermos filled with hot apple cider but the star of the meal was fresh from the oven. Hot-Crossed-Buns that tasted like heaven. Now she in a scarf trimmed out in red With a matching knitted cap that covered. Bundled up tight with her wagon in tow, She stepped out the door for a moonlight, stroll, and stories galore. Silently, her mother watched as she sang. Peering through lace curtains at a child deep in play. What fun they had on her front porch. Oh, the secrets they’d keep even after she was grown. Then everyone leaned forward to hear What miss Mouse had to say. Even mother long to know The secrets they just tucked away. Giggles and songs filled the night. Followed by slumber on a cold winter night. © 2025 Cherrie |
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Added on February 15, 2025 Last Updated on February 18, 2025 Author![]() CherrieSpringfield , MOAboutI am a published poet and love poetry. After a lifetime of country living, I'm making a move back to town. I find my surroundings a great inspiration to me. I also have two books on Amazon Kindle: .. more..Writing
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