A field mouse

 

Sunday September 26^th, a very nice day, for a change.

A very long walk, in the warmth of the sun, I arranged.

 As usual, that walk would have to be taken on my own.

Along the Coquitlam river I did go, as usual; alone.

 

Long into my journey, on the black top path, a field mouse

did scurry, in no particular hurry, lost, looking for his house,

or maybe a new home as he crossed my path and into my hand,

where he laid quietly as I continued to crossed this land.

 

Miles from where he joined me on my journey – to life

he came – I noticed, he might be injured, as I set him down

noticing that his left, hind leg was dragging on the ground.

I picked him up and in the palm of my hand he knew no strife.

 

We went on for a couple of more miles, I set him down, let him be

as he came to life again, seemed much better, wanted to be free.

Off into the tall grasses he ran, never looked back at me

not a thought ?, him, never again to hold, to comfort, to see.

 

Where might he be today ?

 

B. J. “A ” 2

October 9^th 2004