Sunday, 6 November 2016


A little head,
and little legs,
and tiny little paws.
A little mind,
where dreams will hide,
when the little body snores.

A happy mouse,
A happy day,
A happy little house.
But if one day he goes astray,
his sadness will start to pounce.

Outside of home,
Ache racks his bones,
But he still scampers and flees.
If his paws will take him far enough,
He can hide in the dream trees.

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