Scratching echoes, walls alive
Squeaks that chase your peaceful night
Safe haven's secret, revealed in sight
Scurrying shadows, sanity's thin thread
Then they appear, uninvited guests
Rent-free dreams, in my walls they nest
But this is my refuge, I won't share
Time's up, little mice, it's time to air
You're evicted from this haven of mine
Where safety's sacred, and peace is divine
Take your family, find a new design
Little mouse, just go, find a new home to claim
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Author:
Nicole Pritchard (
Offline) - Published: January 13th, 2026 16:38
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Comments3
This seems a metaphor for an unwanted visitor. Nicely worded
Have known similar invasion. Just hope they can read poetry and take heed......😄
so true - these creatures are just waiting for a chance to come in uninvited - and refuse to leave...
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