Mouse and Viper

I am the quiet church mouse
That scurries behind large wooden pews
Scared of other people's shadows
Content with silence

I am the quiet church mouse
And you are the viper spiting venom at the alter
You spit a string of curses
And they're all directed toward me

You tell me to put my paws up
Because it's a big world out there
And this world has no room
For small little brown mice

I flinch with every poisonous vowel
I feel tears prick at my eyes
And after you let your toxin sink in
You leave a bitter taste in my mouth
I watch and you slither your way pass me
Bearing shiny fangs and vivid scales
Shivers run down my spine
And there is silence once again