He flattened himself, slid under the door,
Then reinflated on the other side.
He followed the angle ‘tween wall and floor
As around the edge of the room he crept,
A little gray ghost with his nose ahead,
A dark silent shadow melting, melding
Almost invisible as he progressed
Towards the room where the food was kept.
©Denise G Allen, 26 January 2013 10:53
The idea for this one came from Brian Miller’s cranial mouse nest, lol!