Undercover

(Inspired by my painting UNDERCOVER)

 

Psst, Mr Field Mouse, what’s your story

why are you there undercover?

Do you have plans for a quick grab and run

of seed from a storehouse, to feed your young?

 

Are you fearful of predators

lying await in the barn?

Those glassy-eyed felines

guarding what’s thine?

 

To fill your wee belly takes mere trifles.

Those cats should ignore you,

let you take what you need

and find something else on which to feed.

 

Hurry up, Micey, make a mad dash,

the fat, cat-guards are fast asleep

You’ll be safe in and out

like a stealthy, seasoned scout.

 

With your mouth full a plenty, now head for home,

your mission successful; you left unharmed.

The life that you live is filled so with stress

I’m thankful my life has so much less