Mouse Dream

It crept slowly, whiskers a-flutter,

on tiny pink feet, delicately fingered.

It’s snub nose, blushed pink in the evening light,

wrinkled furiously

tasting air blooming with violets and lilacs

while its little teardrop ears chased

meadow songs.

It looped its tail around a daisy stem

and paused to stare at me,

Shiny black eyes 

palpitating with nervous stealthy life.

I wanted to brush the yellow pollen from its wee brow,

stroke behind its satin ears, and dress it in purple tulle.

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