You Cannot Contain Me!!!

My friends, I share with you now the bittersweet tale of my second escape, and, sadly - recapture.

Long into the night I toiled, seeking a way to undo the cursed blue plug that stood between myself and freedom. I recalled finally the wording used in the Nstar manual on water heaters I had found in the ducts last Thursday night. I did not know what "clockwise" meant but I studied the clock on the wall and eventually managed to figure it out. Bless you, Nstar! Carefully and methodically, I unscrewed the "safety-locked" cap. Out,out, again - the freedom as intoxicating as it was the first time!

I once again threw myself from a daunting height, off a hope chest onto the wooden dining room floor, this time, no carpet to buffet my fall - but again, my courage - and hearty breath - filled my cheek sacs to full capacity and I glided with nary a scrape or bruise to the ground.

To Rosalie! The radiance of her chocolate brown eyes, her remarkably agile whiskers, and the soul-deep conversations we had shared spurred me into the house heating system once again in search of my wild mouse fiance. Oh Rosalie, Rosalie, where for art thou, I sqealed in my most manly hamster baritone - yet only silence; the hollow, unearthly groaning of the Nstar water heater itself seeming to imply that my Rosalie had left the area. I went to this source of wisdom and begged for information, and yet the Nstar water heater seemed to be in a terrifying state of anger and bid me gone with the low ominous rumblings it emitted, as if banishing me and my hopes of love.
I wandered the duct work unceasingly, calling out her name. By accident, I found a vent to crawl through and emerged in one of the human males abode - he scooped me up like a potato - how I struggled- only to dump me back in a more utilitarian (read:jail-like) cage which has no providential blue cap of freedom! I compose love poetry and plot, waiting and thinking, waiting and thinking....the folllowing is my heartfelt rendition of my plight based on a famous poem by Maya Angelou. Dear Rosalie, if you are out there, please give me a sign...


I Know Why The Caged Hamster Bites the Side Of His Cage (an excerpt)

The free hamster leaps
off the hope chest, aptly named-
and floats, fearing naught
But the cage door's clang.
He runs to the vents
His spirit unpent,
His soul unbound to run
around -- o - wild mice in the wall-
I hearken thy call...