Mouse

The mouse in the cupboard
She lives there so small
Only takes what she needs
No one sees her at all

Scuttling through the boxes
Eating only the smallest of grains
So quiet and happy
Sheltered from the rains

She smells the coffee in the morning
And the supper of the evening
Keeps her home dry and tidy
Never imagining of leaving

Suddenly she smells something strange
She hears a knocking at her door
Tasting the beginning of death
She feels so very poor

Upon the next morning
She is found without a breath
Scooped up and tossed out
No one mourns her death

Her life intruded upon
Strangers stormed her house
Eliminating her from the world
Simply because she was a mouse

She had the most kind heart
No one seems to care
Sadly it is to say
You are either the mouse or the bear