The Mouse
When the owl screeches
and the wolf howls,
the mouse lies quietly in the field.
Is it the influence of the moon,
a demonstration of anger,
or celebration?
For the mouse cares not
the reason.
His destiny the same,
whether the owl or the wolf,
he fulfils their need.
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