Strong Temptations
The mousetrap stood outside the larder door,
a ferocious thing.
A mouse crept so silently across the floor,
and studied its spring.
Spying in front of him a piece of cheese,
strong temptations sing.
He sniffs the air, this smell is sent to please,
then warning bells ring.
This wooden block, this metal is a trap,
its power, a sting.
For suddenly there comes a deadly snap,
rodent ascending.
© Ernestine Northover
heather wilkins
I'm glad he jumped in the trap. I don't like them. ha ha enjoyed your write.
I'm glad he jumped in the trap. I don't like them. ha ha enjoyed your write.
Sandra Martyres
A rare subject for a poem, but so imaginatively written
A rare subject for a poem, but so imaginatively written
Loved the last line! Nice little piece, which just proves you can write about anything and make it sing (....or snap)! Well done, Ernestine!