Tuesday, November 22, 2011


I didn’t even know,

My little hitchhiker,

I never caught his name,

Over highways we flew.

I was all warm inside,

He took his ride outside,

Holding on for dear life,

To the trunk of my car.

Not until we had parked,

Did I see the poor thing,

Crouched against the trunk rim,

All aquiver was he.

The tiny little mouse,

On unfamiliar ground,

Across the car he ran,

Upon the grass he jumped,

No stop to say goodbye,

The petrified mouse flew,

Running to get away,

As fast as he could go.


Sure wishing he stayed put,

And not traveled afar,

The little hitchhiker

So far away from home.


  1. How very sweet, Marta! :-) I love this.

    1. Thank you Lisette. It is a true story, poor thing I don't think he liked the wind in his fur.