A MOUSE ON A LEAF

back on a leaf the little mouse will float

this is the way the little mouse will sail

back on a leaf the little mouse will fly this shell,

is the way the little mouse goes on the loose leaf

looping his tail around the little dawn stems a-leaf sweep'd often off, thee flow is on, the dam survived

kinda throughout the sky without falling

the little mouse has lefted the old roll for windows and ceilings of stars, gives clouds could; Ah! to fare there well that's callin' us, OUT! where-abouts

I see three leaves turnin'

from any-wheres bounces back and forth more unexpected places wantin' more

there'll only be the winds

for pumpkin patches with little surprises

the little mouse has lefted the whole roll without to recollect them crumbs; Ahoy!

Within times were, and, are more about looking back, oh, yeah! and, has it been

broke swift, fountain pen,  still so special, this moon bright white full tonight

the wandering mouse knows by now amongst another nice thing so surreal,

a warm roll runs on further-a-way-long-ago was not so long ago

as tomorrow progresses towards another way goes

fields searching and aching however-so, oh!

I am the heavens but you are the best star

nevertheless the wandering mouse goes seeking, finding off/on buttons sew'd thru and thru

as the little mouse holds upon, the little mouse journeys onto way, where Pokémon go!

with that playful tail, that playful little fellow

looking around seeing as the turnin' rest'd and as the goin' happens 

a leaf so golden brown and yellow soon there's a red horizon back by now none tomorrow

this afternoon's glare I thought few, few cloudy skies whiles it sprinkles and wasn't scatter'd, and of thy-self left not back a-fore a-pretty sad, sad shapes, a fiddle leaps up from roses, nor knots, wither'd outta silver cans, pencils, paints, standard oil can If ice surfaces ever some I saw it all thru and thru clearer down-hill so fair to cross a river thence to ride the air mantel Mother

although, the little mouse knows that wings

are for only birds to widely spread how much farther but the little mouse will see

he doesn't fret each one whether or not to fold on this page and take the right guides on, oh, what methinks up mine still holds on not-yet-just-off-oh, me. Someways, has been home, house

the winds will cause the waters to rise

the water will cause the wind to blow

on a leaf the mouse broke free, and ever movin'-in already climbs

so no go thru upon each worn the golden brown path to meaning, defining, turning

with you for a new dream, for a new portal, for a new/old feel it's so far and goes on

oh, it must last longingly away, oh, me, oh, my, what is there-in store

for me, thy crazy, wisdom,  white, brown, gray wanderin' mouse how you cometh to traverse thru flats let

back on the leaf the mouse will float

back on the leaf the mouse will float

as the little mouse goes across to get it thru a-wee little bit, ah! A grand old door and waves brake that's swell

over those blue clear waters to see

over those blue clear skies to see

onto something, onto somewhere

onto something, onto somewhere

onto something, onto any-where's else powdery blue balance

the little mouse must behold that it is getting a wee little bit better here and still searching

to another field, to another maze keeps races forward up

this is the way the mouse will sail

this is the way the mouse will sail

within the pale moonlight there onboard his shell is intact fact

a-boat refloat'd long resembling a blown brown leaf yellow green

very silent yet still floats the wandering mouse and will, shake-loose-spears of light rivers

a little noise high hopes

the little mouse holds on, the little mouse journeys onto way, where go!

with that playful tail, that playful little fellow

the winds will cause the waters to rise

the water will cause the wind to blow

this is the way the mouse will fly

this is the way the mouse will fly

this is the way the mouse will go

to another field, to another maze races forward

to another home a-bright old apple blossoms, blue hidden gem, Rock's thin; The mouse might be boxes vessels all around the place that had its own rough slopes to depths below

hits bottom

even more or no-more at that pumpkin patch so go up-hill

there-in beforehand at the snow white sprinkles may fall early and see them this glows

seemingly up a-trail of sparkles so lite

a little mouse on a leaf embracing a pen by cutting a window out, for the little mouse, a poem upturn'd became a strange relief is

makin' much from mulch about nothing and all's now ado to this, upon an edge, out on a limb, and, will, shakes-loose-spears of light rivers for feets

i'm the little mouse that dos'n't give up; Life's great! in all of the land can belongs

Straight up in hands ~ Spirals down; A mouse on a leaf.

 

 

Reviews

[Wandering Violet]

I love mice, so naturally I loved this poem!