Poem: My Mechanical Mouse

My Mechanical Mouse

Deep within the bowels of my house

There lives a mechanical mouse

With shifting gears

Moving ears

Turning

Churning

A tiny machine

With a God given heart

And man made parts

His eyes a tiny smokescreen

It feeds on lumps of coal

To stoke his steamy soul

It always needs more

A need it can’t ignore

It scurries around

Gobbling all the coal to be found

As it runs he whips wiry tail

So small and frail

O what possessed me

To construct such a

Craven

Abomination

If only I could…

Make a mechanical cat

To rid me of this mechanical rat

Before it gobbles all my coal

To feed its greedy soul

Autism on Demand