The Mouse Poem by Brian Taylor

The Mouse
that scuttles down the bank
across the bricks
and back again
carries no wallet
and all its baggage
is in the simplicity
of its brain.

The Bird that slides
across the wind
has left its briefcase
in a former life
together with its house
its mortgage
(and its wife) .

The Beetle with antlers like a stag's
needs no loans,
pays no tax
and lives inside its bones.

Only Man
has spread his thought
far and wide;
is caught in its pulsating web,
and grasping at every thread,
is trapped inside.