Through insomniac nights
a fuzzy grey mouse and I
coexist under lamplight.
My sleeping routine,
it's far from a dream
but my buddy and me,
we feel free.
He stays in the shadows
Collecting little bites
of leftover dinner to eat.
He comes out at night
and scuttles in this light;
he's put his trust in me.
I honour my promises,
and mice have their rights
so I vow to tell nobody.
So when I can't sleep-
in secret we meet,
my fuzzy grey friend
and me.
P.S When I wrote this, HE SQUEAKED!