The Warrior Mice
The orange and gold of the dark desert floor
did fade with the plummet of the Sun
-and the red heat ebbed in the twilight
-while the blue stars twinkled in the nightlight.
-When the brown sand shifted in the moonlight,
Two mice did run, run, run
thru a deep, deep gully of an upslant hill
over sand in the night sublime.
-Their hearts beat faster in the lost light
-from impending disaster of a fright night
-by the claws of an Owl now in midflight
as its wings sliced the air from behind.
But as Warrior Mice hunting on the hot desert sand
and designed for evasive speeds,
-they flickered thru shadows of the night time,
-criss-crossed the black road's white line,
-confused the Owl's sight line
bringing food for their young 'uns needs.
And the orange and gold of the bright desert floor
were the paints of the dawn's display
-as the mice peeked once at the daylight
-thru the sweltering heat that was airtight
-while the sand grew hot in the sunlight
and the Owl waited close of the day.
Soon, sunset light poured its colors into night
dimming day into indigo and black
-on the sounds and the silences of evening
-near the shadows of the forest life teeming
-where the Dusk of the night is asleeping
with a dream of the Dawn coming back.
Then the orange and gold of the dark desert floor
disappeared with the plummet of the Sun
-and the red heat ebbed in the twilight
-while the blue stars twinkled in the nightlight.
-When the brown sand shifted in the moonlight,
Two mice did run, run, run.
Namyh
The orange and gold of the dark desert floor
did fade with the plummet of the Sun
-and the red heat ebbed in the twilight
-while the blue stars twinkled in the nightlight.
-When the brown sand shifted in the moonlight,
Two mice did run, run, run
thru a deep, deep gully of an upslant hill
over sand in the night sublime.
-Their hearts beat faster in the lost light
-from impending disaster of a fright night
-by the claws of an Owl now in midflight
as its wings sliced the air from behind.
But as Warrior Mice hunting on the hot desert sand
and designed for evasive speeds,
-they flickered thru shadows of the night time,
-criss-crossed the black road's white line,
-confused the Owl's sight line
bringing food for their young 'uns needs.
And the orange and gold of the bright desert floor
were the paints of the dawn's display
-as the mice peeked once at the daylight
-thru the sweltering heat that was airtight
-while the sand grew hot in the sunlight
and the Owl waited close of the day.
Soon, sunset light poured its colors into night
dimming day into indigo and black
-on the sounds and the silences of evening
-near the shadows of the forest life teeming
-where the Dusk of the night is asleeping
with a dream of the Dawn coming back.
Then the orange and gold of the dark desert floor
disappeared with the plummet of the Sun
-and the red heat ebbed in the twilight
-while the blue stars twinkled in the nightlight.
-When the brown sand shifted in the moonlight,
Two mice did run, run, run.
Namyh
