I jump and bounce
To my little mouse house
It squeaks and creeks
As I round about
Rattle; creek
Lucky I for I sleep well tonight
Without a hint of fright
In the night, there's no sight
Not a trail of light
Rattle; creek
I wake to a shake
A light one indeed
But its nothing but a weed?
I hope to no mistake
rattle ; creek
Unsettled I wake
Once more I hear a shake
I hope to no mistake
Sleep I now can't intake
Rattle;creek
I lie awake
No sound
Nothing found
In the deep darkness
rattle ; creek
I count the ticks in the clock
Tic toc, tic toc
The sound never stops
Nerves never settle
Then boom like a kettle
I fall from my bed
And couldn't see ahead
Rattle; creek
Gently I hear a sigh
Deep and dry
Keeping me in it's eyes
With a big smile that I'll see all the while
And it says
Rattle; creek
YOU ARE READING
Not them, but something else
RandomWho are we to be the world? We will never be nature, but human. Why can't I see you and still know who you are? This is us, we are them, and no one can stop that, so be something else. Many short poems that have no relation but they relate. Written...
