CHESTER MOUSE

  This tiny mouse peeking out you see,

  once lived in a hole on a forest tree.

  A hole so small it could just turn around,

  still safer than nesting on cold ground.

  A bird house hangs on a tree not far away,

  the birds had gone south for a winter stay.

  Chester peeked in the house, lots of room,

  he best move in winter will be here soon.

  The birds left a nest of feathers and sticks,

  Chester added leaves, made a feather tick.

  Out of moss and bark made a roomy nest,

  then settled down for a long winter rest.

  Miss mouse came to visit his new home,

  soon they were married no longer alone.

 They spent the winter snuggled and warm,

  spring six little mouse children were born.

  I end this poem before the birds return,

  evicting the mice may be their concern.

  In the meantime things are going well,

  the birds may find a new place to dwell.