I saw a shadow beckoning me,
One tiny mouse who’d escaped the snow
Hiding from winter and laying low.
Softly I stepped back in case she’d run.
If fear overcame her, she’d be undone.
But afternoon found her still hiding there
And I had some grain I had brought to share.
She accepted my gift most gracefully
And sat down to eat ‘neath that cedar tree.
I brought her more moss for her little bed
And watched as she lay down her tiny head.
Then I slipped away over crunching snow.
Somewhere in my heart was a gentle glow,
A minute’s reflection of one small friend
Who survived in a tree and the words I’ve penned.
© 2012 Pam H. Murray
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