Miriam watches,

It twitches, and fidgets.

Miriam stares,

It scurries,

in no apparent blurry.

“Maa, may I….”

Miriam begs, she pleads.

“Don’t even think about it child!”

Ma admonishes, and cautions,

In her voice so solemn.

Miriam ponders,

It jerks, it scratches, itches,

It tires of its mire.

Miriam grieves,

Should she cheat, may she defy?

Miriam does the unthinkable,

She unlatches and delivers,

Mousey stares, it ogles,

In a trice, it clambers,

A whirlwind asunder.

Miriam deploys, frenzied yells of joy,

Ma turns, observes, reflects,

Pretends to deflect.

Chuckling Ma :

That’s my girl, my kinda girl!