A Song for Dylan Gangale: Mousefinger

Copyright © 2011 by Thomas Gangale
@ThomasGangale

When he napped during the day, he was Chillin' Dylan. Then he would wake up and be Thrillin' Dylan, and Thrillin' Dylan had two nemeses. Chief of Dylan's villains was the hand that rustled under the bed covers or the couch covers.

Mousefinger
He's the hand, the hand with the rodent touch
A potent touch

Such a crouched finger
Beckons you, to pounce on his furtive moves
They're just a ruse

CHORUS:
Scratching sounds will turn around your ear
They bring alive your passions so near
With the hunts that fill dreams in your slumber
Of the prey you've killed unnumbered

Mousefinger
Stealthy cat, beware his enticing game
Your soul he'll claim

CHORUS

Mousefinger
Stealthy cat, beware his enticing game
Your soul he'll claim
He loves only games
Only games
He loves games
He loves only games
Only games
He loves games

As Dylan grew, Meleline commented on how muscular he was. This was attributable in no small part to the regular morning Mousefinger exercise. After giving Dylan his breakfast, I brought Meleline coffee in bed, and Dylan wrestled with my hand, which was under the blanket. In the afternoons, Dylan signalled that it was time for me to take a break from the computer by leaping onto the back of the couch. In the afternoon exercises, the gloves were literally off, as he pawed, bit, and kicked my unprotected hand.

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