8/20/25
A Mouse's Review of the Hightowers (A Poem)
We scamper in the cupboards, we nibble at the bread,
We dash across the baseboards when the humans go to bed.
We’re everywhere you look, from lobby up to tower,
Our tiny feet make echoes in the quiet midnight hour.
The walls are full of tunnels, the ceilings softly creak,
A maze of pipes and passages—our home is warm, unique.
The crumbs fall from your tables, the kitchens never sleep,
We gather in the shadows where the drafty corners seep.
But oh, the stars are fewer, and here’s the reason... plain:
Too many human giants keep spoiling our domain.
The Exterminator visits, with poison, traps, and spray,
We scatter, hide, and wait it out—then come back out to play.
Still, the vents and cracks are plenty, the hallways wide and kind,
A rodent’s dream of real estate, if you don’t mind mankind.
So heed this mouse’s warning, before you sign to stay:
The Hightowers are ours, dear friend—best look the other way.
Review from Apartments.com