National Poetry Month

Because it is the last day of April, I thought it would be fitting to share one of my poems:

Mouse

Round bright eyes and a furry brown face,

connected to a furry brown waist.

Tiny paws with nails I use as my hands,

matching tiny feet which allow me to stand.

A long pink tail sprouts out from behind,

I scurry around and I’m never confined.

The forest ground is where I find food.

My tall thin ears hear an owl intrude.

My tiny feet carry me across the dirt ground.

I hide inside my hole without making a sound.

The owl then leaves me alone.

My heartbeat echoes the walls of my home.

The wood is my home and my permanent house.

It is the place I belong fore I am a mouse.