Inspired by the I sometimes think I am series
Upon the forest floor
I thread my way from here and there
In search of something more
I tend to go out late at night
Because its dark, and safer too
But I must feed my family
As others often do
Though danger creeps around me
I continue on my quest
For in the world I live in
There is no second best
Ahead a moss enshrouded branch
An ambush I perceive
I hold my breath and shudder
And creep beneath the leaves
I find some seeds and fill my needs
And then I sniff the air
My biggest threat comes from the sky
And so I must beware
The moonlight in my favour wanes
Again I check the sky
A sudden rush of wind I feel
My time has come to................
An alternate ending for the sqeamish.
The moonlight in my favour wanes
Again I check the sky
A sudden rush of wind I feel
Comes a curdling shrieking cry
Once more I have been lucky
I won't get a second chance
This nightly gauntlet that I run
My macabre like midnight dance.
Poetry by penfold18
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Written on 2006-02-06 at 13:29
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A Small Grey Mouse.
I feel I am a small grey mouseUpon the forest floor
I thread my way from here and there
In search of something more
I tend to go out late at night
Because its dark, and safer too
But I must feed my family
As others often do
Though danger creeps around me
I continue on my quest
For in the world I live in
There is no second best
Ahead a moss enshrouded branch
An ambush I perceive
I hold my breath and shudder
And creep beneath the leaves
I find some seeds and fill my needs
And then I sniff the air
My biggest threat comes from the sky
And so I must beware
The moonlight in my favour wanes
Again I check the sky
A sudden rush of wind I feel
My time has come to................
An alternate ending for the sqeamish.
The moonlight in my favour wanes
Again I check the sky
A sudden rush of wind I feel
Comes a curdling shrieking cry
Once more I have been lucky
I won't get a second chance
This nightly gauntlet that I run
My macabre like midnight dance.
Poetry by penfold18
Read 741 times
Written on 2006-02-06 at 13:29
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