Poem 4

Whispers in the morning
feeling so gentle on the inside
he saw a blue feather
laying on the isle
he wondered to himself
what could this mean
just in time to see
a little mouse so sweet.

Nothing scared him most
was to see a mouse so friendly
it nod its head as if to say
let me have that blue feather any way
he jumped back in a ditch
not realizing he was so close

never before has he ever seen
one little mouse so sweet and serene.

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