Field Mouse

Field Mouse

A Poem by I Am Svetlana

Little field mouse
among a chorus of cicadas.

A blackbird
perched on a branch.

I find I cannot accept it:

The bird waits patiently
to maul this open, vulnerable heart.

The drizzle had turned
into a downpour.

The stillness of the woods
suddenly filled with noise. 

© 2019 I Am Svetlana

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Added on October 22, 2019
Last Updated on October 22, 2019


I Am Svetlana
I Am Svetlana

Madison, WI

"If you cannot write well; you cannot think well; if you cannot think well, other's will do your thinking for you." -Oscar Wilde Hello all, my name is Emily Svetlana! I am 27 years old and wo.. more..