I lay wide awake on my bed
Late at night;
Suddently I heard a flutter in every corner of the room.
Lazy, I did not move or get up;
So as to feel secure from any danger,
I switched on the light and then take a book for company
Once again, my room complains of sounds;
Feigning boldness, I set to find
What made my pillow restless at that hour
As I buried my head in Poe,
I saw countless mice marching out of the corner of my eye;
I immediately recognised an aged mouse at the forefront
Leading an army and heading to where I was lying.
I stepped backward
Then only the aged mouse moved forward;
He demanded my ear
Out of resepect, I let him whisper some words
No significance they held for me
Nonsense alone;
As I reconsidered his speech,
Then I should stay up as he ordered,
And let them feed on my leftovers;
Meanwhile I composed a poem
Whose moral theme is the aged mouse's.
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