A Mouse in the House Outside

That cheeky little mouse, 

Last spotted in the house, 

Was seen outside today

In the long grass he ran,

This way and that

With the sun beating down

Upon his white back

That strange little fellow in the long grass at noon

It was surprising to see, him again so soon.

Pointing here, pointing there,

Some mutterings were heard,

It really did seem, just quite absurd. 

Was that mouse on a mission? 

To assess his position?

On whether he wanted to stay?

Or perhaps he went out there to play?