A Mouse And A Rat Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Dusk was fading.
Yet in a deserted part
Of the old town
Met Mouse and Rat.

The Mouse saluted first
The Rat then hailed.

The Mouse: ‘My kin;
Though free; in freedom
Fear be; unless we
Cut the chains to earth.'

The Rat: ‘Earthiness is
Tying down, down to her,
The Earth.
Freedom will not be.
That Freedom that you see
Is subject at all times and
Places
To the hanging swords
Of Fear of the Earth.'

And
Together agreeing that
Fear of the Earth prevailed
The two good friends
To a nearby tavern of mice
And rats together went.