Mouse on his head

The mouse was on his head,
And he was frightened with threat.
Slowly and swiftly, it moved its tail,
Like was on a gentle sail.
He peeped from corner of his eye,
But could not take a sigh.
He was standing like a freeze,
And was melting in a squeeze.
Touching it, was a thought,
It was not brought.
It had landed with a thump,
And his throat made a lump.
Its ears moved a little,
With eyes rolling in a circle.
Leaped on his shoulder,
With his sound of cry to molder.
It took a high jump over his body,
And it landed on one of his copy.
His head swirled with madness,
He cried for help in distress.
‘Shoo’ he said, again and again,
But could not move it again.
Stick was the last option, he had,
Its tail got black and red.
Diving on his head,
The mouse was again on Jaine’s head,
And he was frightened his threat.