The Grandeur of Nature

What's with these mice? I find one
Brazenly wandering over my patio.
Tiny thing, maybe a baby, it seems
Not at all concerned with me.
It walks toward my chair, then angles
Away, and, at last, disappears
In the shrubs. Then, this morning,
I enter my basement's back room
And find two little dead mice
On floor. No signs of trauma;
They're just on their sides,
Stiff as cardboard. I throw them
Outside, wondering briefly,
What's with all these mice?,
But my mind soon moves on
To other, more pressing concerns.
I hope you've enjoyed this,
A poem about nature, written
Expressly for you.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-10-07 at 17:00

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