The Shrew
Rustle.
Rustle rustle.
Quick, look sharply around,
Was I heard?
On.
And on.
Must find food.
dive for the leaf,
Was I seen?
Peep out at the stars -
I can see no owl.
Rumble.
Rumble rumble.
Getting hungry.
Oh, so hungry.
Must find food.
Getting tired.
Must eat, and soon.
Rustle.
Look about,
That wasn't me.
Rustle rustle.
Ther!
Under that leaf.
A nocturnal worm
Provides a late night meal.
Flutter.
In the edge of my vision.
Panic.
Was that an owl?
Did he see me?
Or hear me?
Or smell me?
He is suited tot he dark
With ears as good as any bat.
But he flies past.
Safe.
Sated.
For now..
Flutter.
Fluter flutter.
A moth settling nearby
Provides for a hungry mouth.
Full.
But tired.
So very tired.
Rustle.
Rustle rustle.
Back to my nest.
Safe.
Full.
But tired.
Sleep in safety,
With a full belly.
For now.
Ready to hunt again,
So very soon.
In but an hour
I shall hunt again.
And again,
I hope,
Avoid being dinner
Of shrew.
2nd August, 1997
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