The Warrior Mice

The Warrior Mice
 
The orange and gold of the dark desert floor
did fade with the plummet of the Sun
-and the red heat ebbed in the twilight
-while the blue stars twinkled in the nightlight.
-When the brown sand shifted in the moonlight,
two mice did run, run, run
 
through a deep, deep gully of an upslant hill
over sand in the night sublime.
-Their hearts beat faster in the lost light
-from impending disaster of a fright night
-by the claws of an Owl now in mid-flight
as its wings sliced the air from behind.
 
But as Warrior Mice hunting on the hot desert sand
and designed for evasive speeds,
-they flickered thru shadows of the night time,
-criss-crossed the black road’s white line,
-confused the Owl’s sight line
bringing food for their young ‘uns needs.
 
And the orange and gold of the bright desert floor
were the paints of the dawn’s display
-as the mice peeked once at the daylight
-thru the sweltering heat that was airtight
-while the sand grew hot in the sunlight
and the Owl waited close of the day.
 
Soon, sunset light poured colors into night
dimming day into indigo and black
-on the sounds and the silences of evening
-near the shadows of the forest life teeming
-where the Dusk of the night stays sleeping
with a dream of the Dawn coming back.
 
Then the orange and gold of the dark desert floor
disappeared with the plummet of the Sun
-and the red heat ebbed in the twilight
-while the blue stars twinkled in the nightlight.
-When the brown sand shifted in the moonlight,
two mice did run, run, run.
 
Namyh