Vicki LeighA poem for the day, copyright Friday,2/10/2023 by Victoria Leigh Bennett #poetry
The Littlest Little
Do you know of the littlest little
The one who hides 'round in the house,
He's stiller than cat's paw falling,
He' s sneakier than a mouse.
He's constant as taps a-dripping,
He doesn't eat scones for tea,
But he's the source of constant disorder,
In stealing from you & me.
He takes our moments together,
And makes them into a file,
Deep sixes it so we can't find it,
Then gives us a parting smile.
The Littlest Little
Do you know of the littlest little
The one who hides 'round in the house,
He's stiller than cat's paw falling,
He' s sneakier than a mouse.
He's constant as taps a-dripping,
He doesn't eat scones for tea,
But he's the source of constant disorder,
In stealing from you & me.
He takes our moments together,
And makes them into a file,
Deep sixes it so we can't find it,
Then gives us a parting smile.