amos the churchmouse: it s friday the thirteenth amos

amos the churchmouse:

a view from under the pew

Editor's note: Amos is a churchmouse, who types by hopping on the computer keyboard, but he can't operate the capital shift, and he shuns punctuation marks – except hyphens and dashes.

it s friday the thirteenth amos

weird things have been

happening to me today boss

it s like some black cat

has been planning my

things-to-do list

first of all i didn t want

to get out of bed

especially after last

night s dream

then i tripped on my

way to the baptistery –

where i clean my

mousey face for a

brand new day –

and nearly drowned

after climbing out of

the water and while i

was shaking myself dry

my tail swished around

and found the nearest

electrical outlet – and

no this is not my new

hair style nor am i trying

to emulate bozo the clown

i tell everybody that i just

washed my hair and

can t do a thing with it

so what if i look like a frizzy

tennis ball do you think i care

i was just about to go

back to my safe bed when

i passed through the

church choir loft and a

songbook dive-bombed me

from the choir railing and

landed on my fried tail

i had just about decided to leave

the animal kingdom for a nice

cave in yellowstone park

when georgie the gypsy moth

came flittering by

it s friday the thirteenth

amos he sang almost

joyfully what happened

to you my fuzzy friend you

look like fattest hairy

caterpillar i ve ever seen

thanks a lot says i you re

about the cheeriest soul i ve

seen on such a hard-luck day

what s all this talk about

hard luck on such a bright

sunshiny day says he

i thought all gypsy moths

were a superstitious lot

says i today has been a

real friday the thirteenth

aw you don t believe all that

mush about broken mirrors

walking under ladders or

black cats crossing your path

being bad luck do you

as far as i m concerned any

cat crossing my path is

bad luck says i are you

saying you don t

i used to be the most

supersititious gypsy moth

in the universe he said i used

to knock on wood until i wore

out my wings i even tried to

wear a rabbit s foot around

my little neck but i never

could get off the ground –

and horseshoes were just out

of the question

so how did you overcome it

i asked how did get past all

the fear all the anxiety all

the looking over your shoulder

and staying constantly scared

of your own shadow

it wasn t easy nor was it

overnight said he but you

might say it happened when

i saw the light so to speak

saw what light i asked

the light of jesus and his

love for me

but how can that be – what is

it about jesus love that sets

you free says me

first of all he s lord of all

nothing happens without his call

he s king of every situation

ain t no surprises at his station

he brings good out of bad

turns your sad into glad

but what about luck good

and bad i said

ain t no such luck he

flapped his wings there s

just jesus who redeems

the bad the troubled and

the sad to transform them

into super good things

things that build us up

and cause us to rejoice inside

you know what boss he

was right

the church pew underworld

was having a masquerade

party today and i went

as an electrified glow

worm i won first

prize – a sleek looking

new catamaran – it s really

the cat s meow boss

amos