Ken e Hall

Rookie (Last Century / England-Now Australian Citizen)

The Mouse - Poem by Ken e Hall

The moonbeams spear
Sporadic forest webs
Playing with light peeling the
Shadows from the forest floor.

Raindropp tears cling
To sleeping bluebells,
Swirling winds accentuate
The wolf pack howls.

The little mouse leaves his house
As the radar beams
Set the focus of the
Predator’s eye, the talons ease.


Its formidable body
Leaves the bough,
Silent, swift, down so fast,
Not so lucky with it’s empty grasp.

What creator’s gift led the mouse
Back to his house?
Innate impulsion saved his life, now
Warm and cosy with his wife!

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  • (7/18/2015 6:07:00 AM)


    The mouse, softly i go forward not wanting disturb the scene, swirling accentuating howls.. Real picture! Then the mouse is on the hunt  rapidly we go. Then to the loved ones.  (Report) Reply

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  • Hazel Durham (5/9/2015 11:06:00 AM)


    You have painted so creatively this scene, with great imagery and a way with words that make this poem so beautiful! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 12, 2008



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