It was one fantastic  day
even the sun was smiling
in it own special way
But not for long.
Soon the sun would
stop singing it's
happy song.

I jaunted  out of my  house
In the corner there was a
baby mouse.

It layed there motionless
and still,
Slumped down sadly on
the floor.

It sat quietly lifeless
next to
the deadly
Poison, I walked over

Stopping... Wondering what
to do,
“I've been told not to mess with mice
Especially if they're dead”

It sat  there as still as a bed
I seized a container ready to contain.
When I Realized  it’s still in pain.
reaching down to help,
in a small squeaky
voice I hear a yelp

He squealed and shook  like a snake in my palm,
And then he  suddenly became very calm.
I questioned... where the mouse can go,
the door slowly creaked open as
we began to march out,

As I began walking to the woods, Something
In My palm begins,To shake  And yelp, 
In fact It made a big deal,
About me taking it away.

In an instant it got up And started
yelling like a pup,
He swiftly tried to climb me up,
Feeling  a nibble!,

I panicked he loosened,
his grip from me
and tried to make
a run for it to a tree.
soon I began to call for

help with a little yelp my,
Mother began  bolting out of
house As I begin telling
Her about the baby mouse.

The bite stung into the day,
It hurt more then jumping into hay
I learned from mother not to play with mice
Because sometimes
they're Not very nice I learned a lesson
I won't soon forget

DON'T MESS WITH FURY MICE.