Poetry ~ Field Mouse Running

Flying in the night.
Eyes set: run!
Heart beat ever faster.
Sore gracefully.

One more chase.
Swoop down.

Run swiftly.
Days gone bye.
New world found.

Others… her kind.

Still high above the clouds.
Poised to strike.

So she ran…

Plucked from the ground.
One then another.

Always, wondering…

If she’d never recover.