There I was, snoozing on the JVC, when I heard a ruckus. I'm used to my siblings being rambunctious, but this was different... after all, none of them squeak, and I kept hearing "squeak, squeak, squeak!"
So I roused myself from slumber and my dreams of Mickey to see what was going on.
My little brother MaoMao had caught a mouse and had taken it to the bathroom, but by the time I got down to assist with the endeavor, MaoMao had run into the kitchen with the mouse, and Dad got it away from him shortly thereafter and put it outside.
You can read MaoMao's account of the hunt here. He was so proud of himself!
So I congratulated my brother on his hunting prowess then slipped back into sweet dreams of Mickey and contemplations of my next poem-to-be.
I think Mickey will like the Pantoum as a poetry form! It is a form characterized by "dreamy and enchanting repetitions." Sounds like just my thing, *purrrrrrrr.*