Oh, my! Terribly sad rodent poetry...

I was contemplating writing a squirrel poem while waiting at the doctor's office. Alas, there (for once) was no waiting time. I came home to write some squirrel poetry, but I remembered that I had to enter this lovely submission first. It is a sad piece, I warn you. I cannot write about the happy rodent, the squirrel, right now. I fear the Fates have conspired against my squirrel poetry! (could be laziness too) Perhaps next week. Again, this poem is from a student. Again, I am so pleased to be a teacher at times. Lovely writing!

"Mouse Sonnet"
When I was young
I had a pet mouse;
he was sick, he had one lung.
We lived together in my house.

I came home from school.
He was gone...
"Mom," I said, "that's not cool!"
She replied, "Hush! Go mow the lawn."

I went outside to cut the grass.
It was burning hot;
I didn't think I would last!
But I stuck it out; that meant a lot.

Yet, while cutting the grass, I killed my pet.
Now I'm "boo-hoo" crying with much regret.
--CC (2009---original)