Tumultus Mus Musculus (44-Word Quadrille)
The mice throw a rumpus —
wearing tiny top hats,
and drinking whiskey from thimbles.
They’re spinning a walnut,
and waltzing on tables.
But —
are those cat’s eyes
gleaming like diamonds
through keyholes?
Dance on, my darlings.
Dawn wants to steal your shoes.
Kim invites us at dVerse Poets to write a Quadrille #230 about a “rumpus” Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2025.
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