- SISTER MOUSE -
From a niche…
    In the walls…
        Whiskers twitch…
            Hunger calls…

Days are spent in dark of night
 Where endless shadows cloak her fright—
Creeping in her former tracks
 To peer at life through holes and cracks.

Seldom sick…
    Often cold…
        Always quick…
            Never bold…

See her scurry from the sun,
 Keeping busy, little done—
Minutes filled with timeless skill
 Lest someone spots her standing still.

Empty cheeks…
    Narrow view…
        Lonely squeaks…
            Nothing new…

No one cares or dares to pause
 At echoes scratched by frantic claws—
Few have time to lend an ear
 To silent cries too high to hear.

Freedom lost…
    Chances missed…
        Lines are crossed…
            Must resist…

Not a crumb nor single hair
 Betrays the fact that she is there—
On her shoulders rests no blame
 As long as all remains the same.

Bitter tears…
    Troubles shared…
        Clinging fears…
            Running scared…

Nothing ventured, nothing gained,
 Lacking peace our Lord ordained—
No amount of pleadings prayed
 Soothes the soul that lives afraid.

Life's a blur…
    Don't be grim…
        Learn from her…
            Trust in Him.