Animal House

One of the dog's fat, brown fleas
Invades my nose and makes me sneeze.
The cat, from slumber, is quick to stir.
With narrowed eyes and baleful glare.
Sprawled on the rug, the ancient dog,
Sleeps on like the proverbial log.
Across the room, a tiny mouse,
Peeks from the hole that is its house.
The flea turns a summersault,
And gives my nose another jolt.
Disturbed, the cat jumps to the floor.
The dog emits another snore.
The mouse, in its house, gives a tiny squeak
And braves itself for another peek.
The cat halts, in mid stride,
Her radar eye the mouse has spied.
And with a patience, long as day,
Her deadly game begins to play.
The ensuing silence, calms the mouse,
Who decides to tread outside its house.
The waiting cat, with lightning paw,
Impales her prey on deadly claw.
The injured creature attempts to flee.
The cat curtails, with morbid glee.
The comatose dog does not wake,
He dreams of steak upon his plate.
The lifeless mouse will no longer play,
And bored, the cat has turned away.
Seeking out some new excursion,
That will offer her diversion.
To me, the grisly task remains,
Of clearing up her ill-gotten gains.
And still, the dog sleeps on with ease.
Breeding fleas to make me sneeze.