Pumpkin House Poem by Donald R Wolff JR

Thy kingdom is a farmers field oh tiny, little mouse
Where life is in a pumpkin patch
A pumpkin for a house

High above are birds of prey
An owl, You must hide
She waves to you as a friend
With a smile, passes by

Robin red and butterflies
Migrate just before the cold
Someday, not long, shall then return
When warm air transforms the snow

A little mouse within a dream
So small and well fed, fat
And when you wake, To dream again
Then home, The pumpkin patch

(09/27/2022)