Short Field Mouse Poems

Cat door swings open
 
Field mouse scampers in --
 
     Tiny feet warmed...

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a falcon soars
surveying his prey...
field mouse runs for cover

10/13/12...

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Screeching in the wind 
Perched high around the bend….
Field mouse met his end...

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trilliums
under brush
a field mouse quiet



AP: 3rd place 2022

Posted on June 8, 2018...

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trickle in the creek
late summer drought
~ field mouse scrambling



posted on June 30, 2018...

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We deploy a cat
  to get rid of a field-mouse

But why swat a 'housefly'
  when it's inside the house...

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Nature

Atop a red rose 
A field mouse soundly slept 
When seen by a crow. 
That swooped and ate the mouse 
The rose didn’t lose a petal....

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The fields have been swept clean
Round hay bales decorate the corners
Dry straw looking grass going dormant
Hawks search hoping for field mouse delicacy...

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nightfall in the woods
field mouse scurries on the ground
an eagle takes flight

snowflakes gathering
pine boughs droop beneath the weight
hatchlings to be fed...

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be it a dream
a nightmare
a field mouse
the moon
run
	jump
		fly

the chase means alive
do or die

	the chase one day ends
	tranquility transcends
	
		the chase is a marathon
		no one ever wins...

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teeny tiny field mouse did not have a chance there
eagle-eyed red headed buzzard spotted him from the air
swooped down, then took mouse up to fifteen thousand feet
making him into a squirming wiggly tasty treat...

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Dawn debuted stealthily,
as a breeze rustling through cat-tails;
But time, toted in its attache case,
the not-looked for;
Soon circumstances of the day
were screeching like a Red Tailed Hawk
with eyes set on a field mouse....

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Can't Catch Me

field Mouse
did rouse

house cat
fell flat

took chase
fast race

small space
broke vase

smirk tease
took cheese


10/21/2016

Poetry Contest : FIVE FABULOUS FUN FOOTLES 
 
 Sponsored by: JAN ALLISON...

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A dashing, young field mouse
Once married a shrew,
And they set up housekeeping
In an old tennis shoe.
                                                    
When their babies were born--
Not shrews and not mice--
They were the proud parents
Of a shoe full of shrice....

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Idle nests linger
Fledgling feathers learn to fly
Angry winds scowl


The old bell shivers
Its tone muted in the cold
A fox perks its ears


A lost mitten weeps 
What am I going to be
A field mouse moves in


An icy moon
A symphony of shadows
Nature’s nocturne
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Death In The afternoon  

The field mouse 
 So dolce
Sleeping in 
A blue flower 
The woman who took 
This adorable picture
Also had a
 Moggy
On the sofa it poured 
And the lady will
 Never know 
What the cat did to 
The mouse
As there are things
 Cats do not care 
Divulge 
To us sensitive humans...

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April day is gorgeous.
I wake up early, head to my art studio.
Surrounded by paints and glitter, I feel wonderful.
Working simultaneously on four canvases, in the best of moods.
Humming to The Mamas and the Papas, seventies music.
My eye catches something running rapidly.
Screech!
Day ruined by one small black field mouse....

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Hear yee Hear the among a willow tree with a stinging bee here living in the country without a living mind while sitting in my blind waiting to find a deer while drinking root beer when I blast a deer I have another sip of root beer while walking backto the house I see a field mouse while at home I skin the deer and cook the meat and have a large feist...

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Lone snowflakes drift in
As anorexic, claustrophobic bats shiver
Wrapped in their bat wing sleeping bags.
A field mouse plays “Three Little Pigs”
With a patch of straw.
An eerie wind whistles wickedly
Alarming an itinerant mole.
I snore, noisily unaware,
That my brother sub-let
His half of the den.

John G. Lawless
©1/21/2023...

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As the snow flitters down,
time seperates to reveal your beauteous face ---
So for one moment I stand transfixed ---
In the distance, I hear the cry of a falcon ---
Sailing above me, 
I see it has a field mouse ---
Flying out of view,
I can imagine my own life paraleling
this tiny rodent's ---
As destiny, like the falcon,
brings me to my ultimate fate....

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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 like I hold my chips.
I say “Hi Dad,” knowing I am not going to hurt this creature.
I am in her world, outside, she is not in mine....

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When I was beautiful

A rose in bloom
a field mouse
Climbed my stem
fell asleep in the center
To inhale and sleep
in my fragrance.
The rave
had no sense of beauty
I was a lure
The struggle was short.
Self-indulgent
I kissed the sun
Nothing untoward
had happened
Summers are so short
To be a revolutionary.
The Rose Revolution
in Portugal ended 
now we have
social-democracy
...

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I was beautiful

A rose in bloom, a field mouse
Climbed my stem and fell asleep in the centre
To inhale and sleep in my fragrance.
The rave had no sense of beauty, I was a lure
The struggle was short.
Self-indulgent, I kissed the sun
Nothing untoward had happened
Summers are so short
To be a political revolutionary.
The Rose Revolution in Portugal ended too
And we got social-democracy...

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The sweeping stops
the world cuts its own grass
feeds itself with the living
while the dead grow trees and turf.

You notice things,
the eyes of your eyes are open lattice windows,
shutters taking pictures;
making those images move.

Suddenly, as quite as a field mouse
the view you are watching
becomes just watching.
Only then do you recognize
this ever expanding life of all who move
through you....

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A good old duck, a mother hen, 
a friend of Peter Rabbit; chased 
Mr. McGregor out of the garden: 
the Flopsy Bunnies survive again.  

She knew her ewes from her rams, 
meticulous, house-proud in her way. 
A hedgehog, a Mrs. Tiggy Winkle 
every field mouse allowed to stay. 

Cumbria and the Lake District 
will never see her like again: 
North country girl, illustrator, 
storyteller with brush and pen....

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