Mice Are Nice--- Especially Twice!

Um... this is from someone who "claims" she hasn't written poetry before. Sure...

Part 1: Mice go away!

A big tiger cat
he's vicious, not tame.
He's called Oscar Wild;
he lives up to his name
(except when he's cold and wants love).
Bored is he of his leisurely life;
he wants excitement, adventure, to kill all the mice!
(and anything else that moves, including me).
He sits still as stone for great lengths of time,
waiting for mice, to have a grand time.
“But why”, I ask, “is it always at night,
asleep in my bed I hear the big fight?”
"Oscar!" I cry, "Put him down, let him be!"
I pry open his mouth, to let the mouse free;
a chase then ensues, the mouse, Oscar, me…
Who will win? It’s now 2 against 3,
for the rest of the cats have now joined in the fray;
the dog is trying to keep me at bay---
(the only time they join forces)
By the little mouse tail, I snag him at last---
out the door, 3am, what a ridiculous task!
“Is the mouse even grateful,” I think as eyes close;
Oscar Wild returns to his statuary pose.
I drift off, back in bed, with the thought in my brain,
"When will this start all over again?"

Part 2: Mice please come back!

This night-- it’s Annabelle
jumping with joy
a prized possession, a shiny new toy!
So proud is she;
yet again it is 3---
(I never get to sleep through the night)
I jump out of bed, ready to fight,
but soon enough realize, something's not right!
Not a mouse, oh no!
But a snake that's on show!
Are there more, could there be?
Why is this happening to me?
Another creature out the door by the tail,
Annabelle's off to sniff a new trail.
Back in bed, eyes shut tight,
unbelievably, I wish, for the return of the mice!
--Ali K (2009---original)

This is really good stuff. Keep sending it this way!