The mouse and the Camera man

This piece will deffinetly be up for revision in May. Right now it's sort of a piece of very short prose.

There is a camera man
who lives in flat thirteen,
an odd sort of fellow.

Day to day through paper
thin walls we hear him chatting
with a never answering Sir Nottingham.

To Sir Nottingham he bids
good morning and evening
and fusses over him at every meal.

This morning poor Lucy in the
ladder trap found a small brown
mouse whose life ended in a dreadful snap.

The mouse was like any other
except for the carefully fitted
collar around his thick neck.

With magnifying glass and
trembling fingers the inscription
was read -Sir Nottingham-