Monday, December 21, 2009

A mouse’s tale

Did you see me
you winged creature of air?

You danced on the wind,
traced clouds with your arcs,
spun and shinned within god rays.
You bravely circled storm clouds,
rose up into her arms,
and from there you were vanished.

Through the squalls throws of passion
I stood watch,
but never saw you again
until the rains subsided.

You grabbed the tallest tree branch,
scanned the horizon and the lands beneath,
and looked outwardly into the vast fields.

To where I hid in the dirt, fascinated
between tufts of grass
and crooked arms of willow trees.