The mouse in the house

It started as scratching upon the wall
I turned to Ginsie, who answered my call
but it was not her claws upon the door
it was something sinister, something more.
I listened and she growled
and the scratching grew not so loud.
We had forgotten the sound in the wall
until I heard something in the kitchen fall.
I saw the dog lying on the couch
and so I did I arise from my slouch.
The light in the kitchen had long since faded
so I got a flashlight to see what had invaded.
I knew the sound had come from a bag
for I heard the crumbling that made me gag.
Looking into dog food bag so near
I did find two black eyes that looked so drear.
The mouse was brown and small
and I wondered how the heck it got into a bag so tall.
So I grabbed a small box and reached for the cup
so I could put my hand in and scoop him up.
But the plan did fail because I did not see
that he could jump right over me!
I screamed and Ginsie stood silently by
for she did not see it nor know why.
Despite my urgent pleas of "Ginsie, get the mouse!"
the dog did not see the invader of our house.
The dog has caught all manner of creatures before
but she did not see the one that hid beneath the cabinet door.
So beneath the fridge it did go
this strange and peculiar little foe.
I am assuredly to come home today
to a dead mouse with Ginsie at play.
Or so I hope, it a strange way,
for I do not want to do this another day.
So Ginsie, grand catcher of things,
from muskrats to squirrels, and creatures that sting,
to chipmunks and birds, and that elusive cat,
why can't you see the little brown rat?

ETSY shop

Put up a couple of new dresses. Well, neither is "new", just old garb in really good shape that I want to get rid off. The Irish dress really is neat and I hate to get rid of it but it simply isn't my style anymore.