A Mouse in my House

I think there might be
A mouse in my house
I was putting away
the groceries, you see
When I come upon the corn
Uncooked yet fresh as can be
Corn hair strewn about
Nibbled bits here & there
I follow the trail
Kitchen to the family room
To a corner it led me.
There I catch
a sweet little mouseling
As cute as can be
With sweet little eyes
she looks up & she smiles
She continues to nibble and then she cries,
"Corn! Mommy!"