A Nocturne of Coneysthorpe

'Twas several nights after Christmas, and all through the house ALL the creatures were stirring, especially the mouse. The shrieks could be heard two rooms away, The tabby was joyous and blood thirsty in play. He posted the mouse under the bed woke up the sleepers, the village, the 'hood. At first it was caught and deposited outside But the stealth of the cat brought it to ride on the couch, the floor, the carpet and polished corridor. Its demise was swift, but noisy and scary, Little Ms Ginger tried to steal a bite, But tabby was jealous and put up a fight The other was puzzled, the humans half dead Its now 8am and time to go back to bed. (with apologies to the original poet)