Sense Sonnet - Chiller

Mouse Trap Chiller

Each night I take a piece of cheese,
And stick it on the mouse trap set.
Next morning, surely as you please,
There is the mouse the trap did get.
This is a nightly/daily thing,
And it is always the same mouse,
With a unique white star marking.
I know now that it haunts my house.
Strangely, I do not wonder why
I continue to trap the dead.
It is as though the mouse and I
Can't go and must stay here instead.

The ghost of the mouse I do see,
It looks back at the ghost of me.