To A Mouse

Hidden mouse,
Outcast of a world too big,
Too harsh, too cold for you to live.
Survival of the fittest, friend
Only the strong survive.

And the weak, and the forgotten
Hide their heads in shame
And die a little inside.

In a world so big, there is no space
To learn to let it be
To learn to let them be.

Only for the hidden mouse to bow his head
And cower as cruel buzzards
Circle overhead.

To A Mouse

Ellen A

Joined May 2009

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