I heard a mouse Bitterly complaining In a crack of moonlight Aslant on the floor. "Little I ask And that little is not granted, There are very few crumbs In the world any more. "The bread box is tin And I cannot get in. "The jam's in a jar My teeth cannot mar. "The cheese sits by itself On the pantry shelf. "All night I run Searching and seeking, All night I run About on the floor. "Moonlight is there And a bare place for dancing, But no little feast Is spread any more." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EROS by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES THE SHEPHERD BOY'S SONG, FR. THE PILGRIM'S PROGRESS by JOHN BUNYAN CANZONET: TO HIS COY LOVE by MICHAEL DRAYTON THE COURTSHIP OF THE YONGHY-BONGHY-BO by EDWARD LEAR THE SNOW MAN by WALLACE STEVENS CRYING, 'THALASSUS!' by JOSEPH AUSLANDER |