I heard a mouse Bitterly complaining In a crack of moonlight Aslant on the floor. "Little I ask And that little is not granted, There are very few crumbs In the world any more. "The bread box is tin And I cannot get in. "The jam's in a jar My teeth cannot mar. "The cheese sits by itself On the pantry shelf. "All night I run Searching and seeking, All night I run About on the floor. "Moonlight is there And a bare place for dancing, But no little feast Is spread any more." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GHOSTS OF A LUNATIC ASYLUM by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THE STARLING; SONNET by AMY LOWELL TOWARD THE GULF; DEDICATED TO THEODORE ROOSEVELT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TWO SONNETS: 1 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |