BlackA Poem by katnisscatBlack Tip toe up the stairs the little mouse runs. He runs for fun. Sneaking sliding thought the holes of rotting wood. Faster than he thought he could. He stops to drink some milky murky water. Now to the man's daughter. He slowly nibbles on her tasty toe. All the while keeping low. Out through the wide window he slinks. Engulfed by the horrid stink. The diseased dead litter the red brick streets. To other family the rat goes to greet.
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