The field mouse

The field mouse

A Poem by Terrance Brown
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"The best-laid schemes o' mice an' men gang aft agley" Robert Burns

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He 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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Added on June 23, 2011
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Terrance Brown
Terrance Brown

London



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I 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..

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