Sense Sonnet - Tickler

 Pleasant Congregation

I found a new home in a church,

Recently moved in from a field.

Bad weather'd left me in a lurch.

This warm and cozy place appealed.

I heard a knock at my mouse hole.

A couple of church mice stood there.

Talk of "cheeses" they said their role.

My first instinct was to beware.

But then they asked if I had cheese.

If so would I be able to

Share, and this put mind at ease.

Yes, some cheese sharing I could do.

And so the three of us did dine.

I served the cheese, they'd brought church wine.