Tick tock, tick tock, 1a.m. strikes,
and all I can think of is cheese.
Swiss, havarti, gouda, and brie,
Fountains and sprinkles, melted and sliced,
both creamy and rich, while also, soft and subtle
string cheese, never to only bite. 2a.m. strikes,
and down the stairs I wander to the coldness
of the fridge waiting for the scent of cheese.
3a.m. strikes, but when I search and search,
I guess a mouse must have been here,
There’s not a speck of cheese in sight!
It must have broken in, in the dark of the night,
opened the door, and raided each shelf
though when I think of the cheese
that had once been there before,
I realize maybe it was not the thievery
of a cheese loving mouse but maybe, just maybe,
the mouse was me.
Sadee Zeller