A little mouse

Nay dont be alarmed & start up from the hay 
Thats nought but a little mouse running away 
& now she finds out we're not foes to destroy 
Do but hear in the grass how she chitters for joy 
No doubt in the beans nigh at hand may sojourn 
Her childern awaiting her mothers return 
See there where the willow bends over the brook 
At our feet like an old shepherd over his crook 
Neath its boughs Gnats & midges are still at their play 
Like ball rooms of faireys all dancing away

#poetry #environment 

#honesty

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