But I must confess,
It's was not made by me!
My kibble is strewn about -
My human lets out a shout,
She should not blame me!
In the middle of the night -
When there wasn't much light -
I could just make out the guilty "party".
They were small, brown, and furry -
The mess they made in a flurry.
They were as squeaky as can be.
If I wasn't such a tired pup
I would have caught the critters up,
Instead I rolled over so I couldn't see.
©2011, Bridget Magee