The Field Mouse

Darting between greenery and poppies,
rising up hills and descending peaks,
through dim tunnels and volcanic rocks,
the field mouse dashes in different directions.

Ears curved like circles,
and eyes like the abyss,
claws clinging to rocks and trees,
scuttling everywhere through the meadow.

Tail swerving back and forth,
not blinking and fixing its gaze.
Finding rivers to take a drink,
smallest creature doesn’t have time to sleep.

Living on a healthy diet,
of grains and insects,
caterpillars better hide,
the mouse is entering the darkness tonight.

Tiny heart beating fast,
The mouse doesn’t dare glance behind him,
The snake slithering stealthily after him,
Crawling into a nearby tunnel,
Another death closely avoided.

Finally settling down to sleep,
the mouse relives his day,
from darting between greenery and poppies,
rising up hills and descending peaks,
through dim tunnels and volcanic rocks,
the field mouse dashes in different directions.