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.

4 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.)

.Tom Kapanka said...

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