One day i was trapising around blindly in a dark auditorium, when I heard
the faintest squeak.
I jolted my head up, for it was down, and took a little looksy around.
I could see nothing for it was dim but, wait....... there I heard it again.
I slowly crept near the sound and to my surprise, I found.
It was but a fragile mouse sitting, shivering in the hollow of a corner.
I could not see any more nor dare go further.
I pitied this mouse and wished it were warmer.
I squatted down near the ground and took a better look around.
He was grey and fray, pink little nose, whiskers long and white, with a tail
that glowed.
He sat on his haunches sittin there hunched, with a piece of straw in his
hand, he went munch.
Oh how I wished I could pick him up, hold him up, and keep him off the
floor.
I reached out my hand to share, but he drew back and bolted from there.
Now he's gone away from here, but don't worry for he is still
near.
Everytime I sit in this seat of mine, I am reminded of that little friend of
mine.
Exploring, wandering, enjoying is he.
This is but a place for learning for me. To him it is pure ecstasy, with
freedom of movement, cares, and worries.
Late at night, when the janitor is gone, if you're quiet you can hear
him run along.
Years will pass by, we will come and go, but that tiny creature will keep
watch and know.
For when I'm not looking and I don't see....
he's in the corner peeping at me.
Written by Joe Sharp
Submitted by me
 
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