A Mouse's Tale Poem by Orlando Belo

I was forced from my accommodation
and went to live in a field of grass.
I managed to dig a tiny hole in the soil,
and in it, I sat and began to relax.

Later, I dug the hole much deeper,
so as to escape the winter cold.
The wind, snow, and rain all passed over,
and spring gradually began to unfold.

The lush green grass turned to barley,
and I really enjoyed living here.
Alas, my home was ploughed up yesterday,
and that makes it twice in less than a year.