TRANSFORMATION

TRANSFORMATION Am I really a mouse, surely it can’t be Yesterday, I was a mountain of a man Yet now, scrambling from these sheets In the morning light, I look down to see That I have short white fur all over me But although so fast, my heart still beats Twitching whiskers were never the plan And two big pink ears, can this be Disney What could have happened since last night A big transformation, not of my choosing Well, small actually, as I am a tiny mouse It will be a different existence from today Maybe find a crevice or hole to hide away I’ll have to run now and explore this house Is this what my mind feels like when losing Perhaps I’ll meet others with similar plight I never liked cheese, but it’s different now Avoiding those sprung traps I used to place Gone are expectations of joining the team I will lose it if someone should call me cute And no more struggling to get into that suit Or going to the gym and blowing off steam Scurrying around is a different kind of race I’ll try to adapt quickly, but don’t know how