I feel I am a small grey mouse
Upon the forest floor
I thread my way from here and there
In search of something more
I tend to go out late at night
Because its dark and safer too
But I must feed my family
As others often do
Though danger creeps around me
I continue on my quest
For in the world I live in
There is no second best
Ahead a moss enshrouded branch
An ambush I perceive
I hold my breath and shudder
And creep beneath the leaves
I find some seeds to fill my needs
And then I sniff the air
My biggest threat comes from the sky
And so I must beware
The moonlight in my favour wanes
Again I check the sky
A sudden rush of wind I feel
My time has come to...........
An alternate ending for the sqeamish.
The moonlight in my favour wanes
Again I check the sky
A sudden rush of wind I feel
Comes a curdling shrieking cry
Once more I have been lucky
I won't get a second chance
This nightly gauntlet that I run
My macbre like midnight dance.
This is good. I can really feel I'm the mouse here. (10) Lizzy.
What comes to mind here Graham is the Barn Owl. nature has a weird way of keeping the population down/I realy felt for the mouse in this poem. A wonderful poem to enter into a childrens antholergy cheers Sylvie
I feel the little man's terror as he cowers under the leaves, and, whichever way it ends, life does go on. Lovely that you give us a choice of endings.
Thanks for the alternate ending :) I enjoyed this poem; it's a good one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very humane of you to include an alternate ending... Brian