The Mouse
The seas have gotten choppy
the ships have all been moored
the winds have gotten mighty
a shiver's slipping through the door
The docks are all now empty
the lighthouse has gone dim
the seagulls all are nesting
up on the marshy hill
The sirens are now blaring
the skies are dark and gray
the storm has reach the shoreline
there's panic in the air
The flags are torn and tattered
there's destruction everywhere
When the storm has finally ended
and a calm has now appeared
one lone mouse's found scurrying
searching for his home
his hole is blocked and broken
no one hears his calls
he's lost and cold and lonely
a teardrop starts to fall
each step he takes is painful
joy is never near
his life is all but over
he's no longer here
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2015
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