A Mouse Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

A Mouse



A
Mouse
Tail
Bent
Stealthy
Moved
Across
The
Sods
In
That
Sweet
Verge
Between
The
Night
Declined
And
Rise
Of
Dawn
As
With
The
Satyrs
Fauns
Nymphs
All
The
Mouse
Betakes
Itself
Before
The
Dawn
Wise
Wise
To
Calculate
That
The
Feast's
Ended

Saturday, March 5, 2016
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