The Mouse House Jessica Cruz Jessica Cruz is a student in a S. Webster's creative writing class The cat plays within the leaves,
It’s fur with colors of purple and green.
It barks and runs up into a tree,
Which dances in the moon and hums and sings.

A girl with stockings of gold and red,
And pretty yellow hair on top of her head,
Gets the cat down with bits of blue bread,
To take her back home where she will be fed.

And down the street there is an old house,
That’s odd and seems to be shaped as a mouse.
Inside the walls are made of red jello,
And outside are plants to make one feel mellow.

The windows repeat the scene of a crime,
The dead scratch and snarl, seemingly stuck in time.
And you better not step onto the grass
Or spiders will scurry right into your pants.

Skipping and giggling the girl comes along.
With death on her face she continues her song.

Come dance with me beneath the tree,
And let my spiders come up and greet thee.
And if you don’t like my cat with blue bread,
May you find your way into the mouse house of the dead.

Meet our friends Mr. and Mrs. Sweet.
Their teeth are made of dead grass and black weeds.
And feel free to walk down the hall in the street,
The lion faces will be sure to scream.

The screams will always buzz in your ear,
For many centuries turned and a year.
And whenever you witness the death of a clam,
A rag doll will appear to hold your hand.

And all her doll friends will laugh and giggle,
Enough to make the insides of the mouse house jiggle.
And again in the corner of your eye
You’ll see what shouldn’t be a surprise.

Skipping and giggling the girl goes along,
With death on her face she continues her song.

Come dance with me and my friends the sweets,
And let my lions have their screams.
And if you don’t like my dolls giggles in your head
May you find your way into the mouse house of the dead.