Martha

And how shall we start?
Perhaps a little poetry?
Here is something penned some 10 year gone
Which, I have recently recovered.

Martha
Underneath the living room in my sister’s house,
There’s a room as big as the universe,
But the only creatures living there
Are Martha and her mouse.

At night time when the moon is high
I sometimes see them play
At being dead and silent,
Waiting for the day.

Once I tried to join them -
I crept down there last week;
But when Martha and her mouse saw me
They let out such a shriek!

It gave me quite a turn
And I ran back up the stairs.
I haven’t seen them since but
I refuse to waste my tears.