(Possibly related to the Mouse in The Diary of the Harvest Mouse by John Betjeman?)

It's three o'clock, I'm kneeling,
It's quiet in God's house,
It's then I hear him scratching,
A single, lone church mouse.

He's swimming in the water font,
Beside the huge front door,
Then squeaks a tune near hymnals,
Stacked neatly, four-by-four.

Standing on the lectern,
Distant from his lair,
Confident - he stares at me,
I think he's deep in prayer.

Squeezing through the organ knobs,
Sitting on the keys,
Pulling at the hymn sheets.
The dust - it makes him sneeze.

Sitting upright on the altar,
He's cheeky I would say,
Was that AMEN I heard him squeak?
Just like the priest would pray.

Does he dream of Hell?
Where cats would hunt, would tease?
Or does he dream of Heaven?
In a paradise of cheese?

It's three fifteen, I'm leaving,
It's quiet in God's house,
He's disappeared, he's hiding,
That single, lone church mouse.

Joe Hughes visit joehughes.org.uk

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