Friday, October 9, 2009

I Am
I am small and blessed
I wonder what the people say that gather here each week
I hear the lion's roar as the monster charges me
I see the cave filled with bats as he grabs me
I want to be free
I am small and blessed
I pretend to be brave
I feel fear as the darkness wraps around me
I touch the sharp swords that surround me
I worry that the end is here
I cry when I am freed but pinned by my tail
I am small and blessed
I understand mercy when it is given
I say thank you, when given a second chance
I dream of huge cheese wheels
I try to be unseen
I hope to find a safe home
I am small and blessed
By the Church Mouse

2 comments:

  1. Wow! I would have never thought about writting a poem from the mouse's perspective. This is a very cool poem. It is fun to see someone thinking outside of the box.

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  2. It was so cool that you picked the church mouse! I love the line about the monster chasing him... that's what gave it away to me as to who the author was!

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