Little Lost Mouse Poem by Jessica Paige Davies

Crystal ice,
And silver snow,
Little mice,
Dancing to and fro.

Merry laughter,
Weaving through the sky,
Searching for one to call master,
A sound never to die.

Scurrying through the woods,
A little lost mouse cried,
It's tears diamond goods,
'Oh where am I? '

'Welcome to the forest,
Little one.'
A hollow voice chorused,
The beasts eyes a gleaming sun.

'Where am I? '
The small mouse chimed.
'Think and try,
You may wonder what you can find.'

'How? '
It squeaked.
'I don't know anything now.'
The mouses voice shrieked.

'Close your eyes,
And wake up little mouse.
This is an illusion of fair lies.'
The creature spoke with no doubts.