The Love of a Mouse

A long time ago in a field somewhere,

There was a small mouse with very short hair.

Now you might ask yourself, “Why should I care?”

“About hair on a mouse in a field somewhere?”

Well, truth is, you shouldn’t really care much at all.

All mice have short hair; all mice are quite small.

But for the sake of this story, reader, play ball.

For this was one wonderful mouse after all.

Now this mouse was wonderful as I just said before.

For this mouse knew of love, all things she’d adore.

Though it might surprise you, just listen to me.

There wasn’t a creature as loving as she.

She loved all the flowers and the fresh daytime air,

She went from here to there without even a care.

Loving the leaves and the bees in the trees,

Running as she pleased with ease through the breeze.

In a world where so many things went unloved,

This wonderful mouse fit in like a glove.

But there was a problem, quite a sad one for sure,

Though she loved everything… nothing seemed to love her.

She’d say, “Beautiful sun, I want you to know,”

“Your shine is amazing; I love how you glow!”

But the sun didn’t care; it kept shining and glowing,

And onward the mouse went, with all her love showing.

She’d go through the forest saying, “I love you trees!”

But they never replied, they just swayed in the breeze.

She thought, “Maybe they don’t hear me; I’ll raise my voice,”

“Then they’ll hear me for sure, they won’t have a choice.”

She shouted “I love you flowers” and “I love you weeds,”

And “I love you everything that grows from a seed.”

And “I love you reptiles” and “I love you birds,”

And “I love you bugs…” …but her voice went unheard.

At least that’s what she thought; yes, that’s how it seemed,

Nothing really cared what a little mouse screamed.

Except, something did care; something let out a growl,

Yes, inside of a tree, slept a pretty large owl.

And upon hearing shouts from this mouse with short hair,

That very large owl flew out through the air.

He flew towards the mouse as if to have her to eat,

But lucky for her, the owl didn’t eat meat.

He said, “Listen up mouse, I’ve got something to say,”

“You’ll wake the whole forest, if you keep on that way!”

“Yes, I know that you love the sun, flowers, and trees,”

“And since you are a mouse, I’m sure you love cheese.”

“But I was trying to sleep up there, can’t you tell?”

“So please, little friend, I urge you, don’t yell.”

“I know you might think you are being ignored,”

“But, honestly, sweetie, I’m sure you’re adored.”

“Yes, look to the sky; do you see that sun there?”

“Glowing down on us and enlightening the air?”

“It might not hear your ‘I love you’s’ and such,”

“But don’t be alarmed, it still loves you much.”

“For it shows its love to the flowers and trees,”

“Yes, without the sun’s love, they’d forever be seeds.”

“And without those things that eventually grow,”

“The birds and the bugs wouldn’t make it, you know.”

“They just wouldn’t survive, and neither would you,”

“So, don’t think that these things don’t love you, they do.”

“Now, I’m off to my tree, for this owl needs sleep,”

“I trust you’ll no longer be making a peep.”

But as that bird flew back up high to his nest,

The little mouse shouted, “I love you the best!”