The Mouse

mice are small creatures who should
live simple lives, who are nice
who are vicious, who are numerous
and bold. they are the keepers
of the gates and tunnels and
bridges.

the raoming mouse
in a strangers home
prettending its his
living off a feast hes found
prettending he worked for it
pretending the owner is scared
that he hunts him day and night
the mouse
whose bite is fantasic,
staling all creatures
the mouse
has quite the
dillusion
he has quite the
illusion about himself
and everytime he is faced
with himself, he weeps
he cringes,
he crawls away in disgust
because he is lauged at
he cannot find his place
he cannot accept
his vulnerability
he does not know
why he is such,
he simply wishes to run in fields
to dream at the skys
to rest in his nest
to be free
the elders tell him
if he can be content as
a blade of grass is
he will be become
the indestructable wind