The Warrior MiceA Poem by NamyhThis is about what it takes to survive in a world that wants you for its lunch.
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 mid-flight 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 colors into night dimming day into indigo and black; -on the sounds and the silences of evening, -on the shadows of the forest life teeming -where the Dusk of the night stays sleeping 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 © 2017 NamyhReviews
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