King of the Rodents

A Poem by winter;lyra

i reckon the hills
must have, at some point
crowned the horizons with mills
that of mouths to feed but nevertheless home of rodents
i take a moment to sleep
one to nudge in center to the hourglass
then i reckon
i must have, at some point
worn a crown that wasn't mine to wear

then it was I
alas, king of the rodents