A Schrödinger Mouse

Nineteen years old no more be said.

It’s a fact the cat is dead.

So now with puss diseased

in my house there is a mouse.

Sometimes Definitely I hear one

Or

Then other times think I, maybe a few?

Scurrying scratching in the wall,

then in the attic above us all.

I set a trap, it doesn’t take.

I lay some poison, it’s probably fake.

So I listen…………………………………. not a sound.

Not a scratch not a peep

?????Hmmmmmmmm?????

Is it waiting for me to fall asleep

But then

and to the pantry my candies to eat?

Or

In my house

dare I ask, do I have,

do I continue to look

 a Schrödinger mouse?

in my house