Poem – A mouse called Wulf

Poem – A mouse called Wulf

His gleaming eyes on you–
Every move carefully watched.
All is noted.
All is awed.

His small grasping claws
Move in cautious motion.
Never much noise makes he.
Hardly a peep cried.

Just Eyes,
Ever-present
On you and your being–
The curious monstrosity
Hovering above him
Like an ever-present
Reminder of the imprisonment
That holds him forever
From the freedom of his natureā€¦

12/28/1990

Poem - A mouse called Wulf - by Galen Skye
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