Winter Mouse Poem by Val Morehouse

Winter Mouse

Rating: 5.0


Inspecting a nest hung high
on a dry stalk I am
caught tom-peeping.
Breathed apologies whispered,

and blinking dignities restored
to one insomniac mouse,
the last I see is
two white hind feet,

indignant tail gone
under silken eaves of milkweed.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Patti Masterman 07 July 2009

This is such high quality beautiful writing. I seem to see the mouse blinking, perplexed.

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