Best Field Mouse Poems

A field mouse

Sunday September 26th, a very nice day, for a change.
A very long walk, in the warmth of the sun, I arranged.
As usual, that walk would have to be taken on my own.
Along the Coquitlam river I did go, as usual; alone.

Long into my...

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As I was strolling through the woods,
I saw him hiding there.
So quiet, meek and mild was he,
So sweet, I found him fair.

That evening by the campfire,
I spied him once again,
Sitting just outside the glow,
He tried hard to blend in,

And not be seen by firelight,
He came...

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I believe in reincarnation more today than I ever have.
So when I spy a fat fluffy field mouse enjoying cat food,
I stamp my feet, encouraging her to run off.
She does not flinch, budge or stop devouring her treat.
Her tiny paws holding a kernel of Kibble...

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