Quiet as a Mouse
by Joanna Grossman
Animal Rights Poetry

Moo-ving people toward compassionate living

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Quiet as a Mouse
by Joanna Grossman

In the midst of winter, that solemn spell

Lives a creature who squeaks but will not tell

Why he scavenges for food all night long

While the children inside sing merry songs

Desperate for cheese, a nibble of bread

To be like humans who are so well fed

They laugh by the fire and drink sweet wine

Feasting with the spirit of Christmas time

The odor of pot-roast drifts through the walls

Out comes the mouse since deliciousness calls

But he is too tiny to reach their fare

If only those people would think to share

The mouse scurries swiftly but then he stops

Lying on the ground, he spots a gumdrop

Its sweetness enchants his famished taste buds

With flavor that pops like airy soap suds

But his grumbling stomach knows too well

That a snippet of candy cannot quell

Long endured hunger, that distasteful sense

Which this simple mouse deems a grave offense

He moves to the tree with presents beneath

Each one a treasure adorned like a wreath

From here the mouse eyes a strange looking thing

A device with a meal fit for a king

But why would they leave a treat on the floor

Right there in plain sight, so close to the door?

He ponders a moment and then concludes

Why this is my present a piece of food!

He joyously runs to consume his snack

But when he bites down a copper bar snaps

No one around hears his fragile neck crack

As the little mouse learns some gifts are traps

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