Thursday, February 21, 2013

Church mouse

 If he had to live
His whole
Life like this
The church mouse
Might find
Some measure of bliss
In staring through
Glass so beautifully stained
To suffer from clearly
Self-inflicted pain
A nod from the nun
Whose cheese he desires
A drop of some wine
That so often inspires
Standing on tip toe
To peep over the lip
Into a world
He might never live
Life being a dream
Or so it would seem

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