Thursday, February 09, 2006

Norton's gift to me was a
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Stiffer than a board
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Frozen to the core
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Dead as a doornail
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little
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gray
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MOUSE

That's what she dropped in my coat pocket one night years ago as I sat on the back steps of the old farmhouse.

5 comments:

Mimi said...

Susie, this is a wonderfully funny and touching poem. Thank you.

Mimi said...

Thanks for your nice return comment on my blog, Susie. When my husband gets a cold, it isn't just "a cold." He has end-stage emphysema, as well as other serious diseases and this cold compromises his breathing to an alarming--and life-threatening-- extent. Hmmm...not sure why I'm telling you this.
Anyway, the little petrified mouse poem was enchanting.

BarbaraFromCalifornia said...

I am laughing, and I can identify in this way.

About 3 months ago, while going to put on my tennis shoes, in the dark, I put my foot inside the shoe, and a dead mouse was inside!

To this day, I check all shoes before I put them on. (this of course was not the fault of a cat.)

xianchick said...

found a dead mouse in my hat once... it was horrifying!

it was a long pointy stocking cap and i felt something inside of it. i turned it inside out, and will never forget the feeling of revulsion when the tail came popping out.

i didn't know what it was, thought it was a worm and threw the hat several feet.

my friend wendy picked it up and pulled on it, and well, you know what she found.

my condolences.

patterns of ink said...

Cute poem.
http://patternsofink.blogspot.com/2006/06/crop-circles-what-if-writing-of-kind-i.html