Mouse confronts orange peel

This mouse lives under a cupboard in our front room.  He, or she, appears to be a hermit mouse and only ever appears alone.  I give it bits of bread crust but it remains unfriendly.

it reminds me of that lovely, 9th C Old  Irish poem Pangur Ban about the stand-off between a medieval cleric and his eponymous cat.  I have adjusted one of the verses to apply to me and the mouse, Luch Beag (Irish for Little Mouse).

'Gainst the wall he sets his eye

Full and fierce and sharp and sly.

'Gainst the wall of knowledge I

All my little wisdom try.



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