Hi everyone.. :0)

i just wanted to share this little poem written by my sister(whos (34). weve had
about 3 generations of tiny mice in my family and have loved every one to
pieces. right now theres only one survivor..all the rest have passed on from old
age or disease.

hope you enjoy it.


Mouse

Small and unnoticed save for the briefest rustle of paper
I scuttle and scurry to stay safe,
always on the lookout for danger
with swift little feet to bear me away.

I am mouse.

Look closer and you will see finely manicured nails,
delicate hands (not paws!) for grasping and holding.
A tiny mind pondering smaller, simpler thoughts
looking out onto a world of giants with tiny, curious eyes
and twitching whiskers

I am not filthy.
I groom with the utmost care, fur well cleaned
Ears perked and alert
The damaged world around me rubs off on my fur,
poisons my home and mine

I am not a pest, nor am I abhorrent.
The Good Lord placed me in his garden before you.
From time to time I may intrude into your world,
Only consider, you intruded into my world first

Do not feed me evil, do not entrap and starve me
Do not be cruel to me as if I were dangerous.
I feel as all living things feel. Pain, happiness, sorrow.

Though unheard I weep, and cry out in pain and even sing
No man hears me, I am too insignificant for man.
My maker hears me. I am his creature

Were our roles reversed, I a colossus and man as I am
Why, I would be a huge, ponderous bulk!
(A veritable mountain range from your point of view)
Snarling and sneering with the sound of thunder
chasing the "pest" from my home

And yet

I remain mouse.
Small and fragile as my maker made me,
humble and dignified in my humility,
trying to live as all things do.
Scurrying here and there for a crust,
eking out a living in this world,
mine and yours

Mouse



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