Of Laughter and a Mouse: A poem

There is laughter in my house,
the voice of my precious son,
pealing throughout the place,
like the bells on a Sunday morning,
drawing the faithful to worship.

A cartoon has earned that laugh today,
a cartoon created some 75 years ago.

It is profound to think about:
Lives have been born and lived,
lives have been ended and passed on,
all in the shadow of a mouse.

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