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...CHAMBER MUSIC: 15 by JAMES JOYCE CHAMBER MUSIC: 24 by JAMES JOYCE FOR REMEMBERING HOW TO LIVE WITHOUT YOU by JAMES GALVIN BONDAGE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ISOLATION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON WE FACE THE FUTURE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ANSWER TO PRAYER by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |