MOUSE, CHAPTER 5

Michael Mouse found his cell, Forbidding and so dark,
Hollowed straws beamed some light through, But all felt cold and stark.
From a wider straw on top, Dropped the same old food,
He tried to chew the straws apart, But together all were glued.

How did the jailers make that glue, It's hard just like a rock,
Seems I never will escape, For all the doors are locked.
One day a brighter shaft of light, Framed a different scene,
A hatch of baby spiders, He viewed in this light beam.

He watched in fascination and, Reasoned that somehow,
He might from them learn something new, As sunlight would allow.
Michael did not know the Boss, Could not find his trail.
That led into the yard's big house, Boss ordered "Gang prevail!"

Boss had to keep his prisoner safe, To guide them to the trail,
And take them to the owner's house, Mike must be kept in jail.
Plants near the jail had grown so high, Mike might attempt escape,
Pretend he couldn't find the trail, For Boss, a chance to take.

A hatching spider felt herself, Locked in a small gray box,
As she grew, the box broke through, She heard some spider talk.
And asked another spiderling, "Please don't think me rude,
Where is the food for all of us, Hundreds in our brood?"

They watched an adult spider's work, As he spun a fancy web,
Half became his dinner plate, His stem withdrew some bleb.
From the fly that landed on his plate, Most of it he ate.
Then rested on plate's safety side, Filled up, and felt so great.

The hatchling babe saw some blood left, And decided to excise,
With her stem she sucked some out, And thankful for this prize.
That gave a new idea to Mike, He might work something out,
If there were just more flies around, Now what's that all about?
(Make a guess - what did Mike do? Tune in next week and see)
Give the winner extra points, Have fun with family.