The Crouton and The Gingerbread Mouse

Snow comes down, the landscape all a-glisten;
dusk draws its veil and welcomes in the night.
The Gingerbread Mouse munches on his crouton;
how picturesque inside the breath of life.

Dusk draws its veil and welcomes in the night;
I pause to watch the antics of a mouse.
How picturesque inside the breath of life;
life’s little pleasures are what life’s about.

I pause to watch the antics of a mouse;
herein my house abides for mouse in gnaw.
Life’s little pleasures are what life’s about;
before we know it, most of life is gone.

Herein my house abides for mouse in gnaw;
it is a salad tidbit from before.
Before we know it, most of life is gone;
refreshing are the scenes beyond the norm.

It is a salad tidbit from before;
I place it by the hole in back room’s wall.
Refreshing are the scenes beyond the norm;
a little mouse comes out to claim the calm.

I place it by the hole in back room’s wall;
around the corner I stop by to listen.
A little mouse comes out to claim the calm;
snow comes down, the landscape all a-glisten.


24 Lines
(Pantoum Poem)
Writer’s Cramp
1-18-16
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The Pantoum is a form of poetry similar to a villanelle in that there are repeating
lines throughout the poem. It is composed of a series of quatrains; the second
and fourth lines of each stanza are repeated as the first and third lines of the next.