mouse
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Listen to the whisper of the rocks, telling their ancient story.
Listen to the murmur of the river, speaking of past glory.
Listen to the sighing of the winds, declaring the old ones’ coming.
The sky is dark the land is still
The moon peeks over a distant hill
An owl begins to screech in the night
A lone wolf howls, bathed in moonlight
The leaves rustle as the wind starts to blow
I'm a pest,
And I'm a thief.
Though, I do not mean no harm,
I disturb your peace.
But can you give me my peace?
Can you give back what you took from me?
Only half is fine.
There once was a cat that lived behind a house,
He was a fierce hunter and loved to chase the mouse.
Run in circles like a mouse in a trap.
Squeak, squeak: "I’m a victim. Everyone else is a cat
Playing with the end of my tail. "
Only the strongest shall avail.
Why am I here? What have I done to deserve this? Shampoo in my eyes. Give me cancer for a cause. Rush smoke in my lungs. I am an animal, I want to live free. Why cant the just let me be?
Pinches and medicine,
Needles and a poke.
This just has to be a painful joke.
Their squirms are minimal,
Their cries are silent,
Allowing the ‘caretakers’ to be violent.
