Mice slipping over window ledge
To find a haven from the night;
Some warmth to nurture ‘til daylight,
Are welcomed by the tiny house
Forgotten in the wilderness.
As quiet ghosts they take small note
Of life’s debris and time’s sad mess.
Instead they find a family
To share the night that’s threatening.
They all find tiny crevices
To dream of a forgotten Spring
As Winter crashes overhead
And trees stand guard against its storm,
Inside the mice enjoy their world.
Each family stays safe and warm.
© 2010 Pam H. Murray
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