Mouse

I thought you a pebble
Till you trembled
Munching on seed
Scattered from high
By busy birds
But mouse you are

You catch a monster
In tiny eyes
Too late for introductions
And admirations
Of mini whiskers and ears
Too far away to hear

Regards to the family
Take for the little ones
You’ll tell them of escape
A scrape with a fiend
You’ve seen certain peril
In a possible friend

Doves bolt the same
And a cohort of sparrows
Watching from gutters
Me with their repast
But I mean nothing
But to gasp at beauty

Had I a badge
A card to flash
Certificate proof
That I too am small
And mean nothing
But to be enthralled

Sumangali Morhall
April 2005