The mouse in the cloud

'Twas a night of dark blue, with of silver her crown,
That the moon, in a cloud, met a little mouse brown.
The moon asked, gentle one, of the mouse that was shy:
"I'm curious, forgive me; How did you reach the sky?"

"Ain't no more", said the mouse, "than a lonely soul here.
And my tale? I'll tell you. 'Tis a sad one I fear!
They took me and punched me and threw me in a jail,
To reform me they said - though they knew they would fail.

Didn't hurt nobody. We just lived - in our cave;
'Twas our own place to be; to hide to misbehave.
There were goats and horses, cats and mice in our lair,
But to know us so mixed the good folk couldn't bear.

They made laws and orders to keep us all apart;
There were raids and arrests; violence ... theirs to impart.
Still - we sang and jested: we just had to be fools!
Did it bother them so, those who lived by the rules?

Of prison I escaped with a beautiful crow.
Oh, they hunted it down! Is it dead? I don't know.
'Twas my story you heard" said the mouse to the moon,
"Ain't nowhere left for me, guess my fate will come soon."

"In the sky", said the moon, "our sadness is rain.
Your story: a dark storm. Oh such hurt and such pain!
But - maybe I can help? I'm queen of the zodiac!
If you'd please allow me and just step on my back..."

Did you ever wonder why the moon glows at night?
'Tis of kindness of course, and the friendship of light!
'Cos the mouse invited all it's friends far and near,
And on the moon at last - there's a party. And it's queer!

Posted on 1st June 2014