The field mouseA Poem by Terrance Brown"The best-laid schemes o' mice an' men gang aft agley" Robert BurnsHe crept out from behind a dumpster, his claws
scratching the cold concrete with each hop-scuttle . His tail was
frayed and missing some length, sacrificed to a set of teeth higher up the food chain. Sitting for a
second but never still, His head turned
and moved and twisted constantly, his eyes black
as the moon's shadow swivelled in their sockets, driven feral by
survival. His neurotic nose twitched constantly, sampling the air in search of something edible. Or perhaps it was trying to break free, no longer satisfied with being the nose of a mouse from behind a dumpster. © 2011 Terrance Brown |
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1 Review Added on June 23, 2011 Last Updated on June 29, 2011 AuthorTerrance BrownLondonAboutI am a gonzo poet. I will say what I see. I will write what I like. I have no respect for culture, yours or mine. No respect for religion, or for any belief you might think you have. I do not acknowle.. more..Writing
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