Mouse Alone, in the quiet hour, I don't know If, where you are, You sleep Or are kept awake By the moon, But I can say The mouse who has come To visit me Is not afraid As she sits On the carpet, Licks her hands, And grooms her fur. Previous Article Iowa's Summer Softball Leagues | Impassioned Players Flock to Summer Softball Leagues Next Article Alex Griffin's Puppet Artistry: Happy Days at the Eugene O'Neill National Puppetry Conference