Poor Poor Dahlia; Poor little mouse

The unloved little Dahlia and her sinister mouse...

"Where are you going" asked Dahlia.

Poor little Dahlia always left alone.

It was as if she was a negative magnetic charge and so was the world 

Hopping from foster home to foster home Dahlia didn't feel so loved;she felt no warmth, no life.

Dahlia only had that poor little mouse that was believed to escape death maybe a little too much to be alive.

"Darling you will always be with me" said poor little mouse.

Now everyone knows about the poor little mouse of Heavenly Lane.

He squeezes and weaves through the very cracks that goes throughout your home.

It seems he escapes death every time for the trap has set its wrath upon poor little mouse's path. 

To be sure the same patch of black hair, those same very red eyes that lay set...are still crawling through your cracks and are still whispering his eeriness in poor poor Dahlia's ear. 

 

Author's Note

What could I improve?

Reviews

[DontBlink]

It's kind of late but there is something in your story drawing me back to it. I've put it in my library to read again tomorrow and try to give you better feedback.