Diary

tale of mice

The dragons are coming again

We hear the thunderous rumble of their approach

terrible feet shake us, making the earth around our homes 

quake and crumble 

Our sky falls at their invasion 

Great blasts from their trumpet voices 

make us cringe

They bellow and we scramble for cover 

in groves and grasses and dens 

where we crouch, whimpering softly 

They breath fire 

and feeling the heat from their nostils 

as they descend upon us ravenous 

we scurry for refuge in the dark, deep recesses 

of our dwellings in the earth 

always fearful we may be consumed

They never enter

We are never harmed

Our numbers are not diminished by them

in their frequent travels through our villages 

We only the know to be afraid 

The elders tell us we are better to be scared 

than sorry

Dairy of  Field Mice Living Near the Rails 

© Debra Jean Roberts 08282011