Down by the lake, where the children love to go
Sits a very tiny mouse, but I guess you wouldn’t know
For he hides among the bullrushes and plays with all the reeds
and he often sits and ponders, as the lagoon sounds he heeds…
He hears the people fishing, hears them cast their line
but he worries not for all his friends, he’s sure they’ll all be fine…
for not often do they make a catch, and they don’t really care
it’s good enough to think a bit and to simply linger there…
(c) Crissouli Nov 22, 2015
Urunga, NSW ©Crissouli
urungamaiden 