Crunching by
Almost silently
Under the forest's sleeping trees
Leaves cascading from the sky
Red and brown
Picturesque
Almost like heaven is falling down

Tiny is the mouse
Lost among the sea of leaves
Small and forgotten
To almost all
Except the great predator
Always on the prowl

Mortal peril
To face day after day
The life of the mouse
Is no easy way
Like the life of the soldier
With the sun and the desert
And danger every which way

Hawks threatening in the sky
And not knowing what lurks
Behind the tree
One short pounce away
For some scary animal
Larger than he

Full of fear
But pressing on
Past the puddle
Rippling in time
To the rain's melodic drops
Of harmony

A soft tuft of grass
Replenishing,
A big burst of energy
For something so small
Like fuel to a sputtering engine

Almost there
Protection is within reach
A dark hole
Devoid of all light
Is it's home, hidden from sight