Poem: A Little Mouse in a Hole

A little mouse in a hole in the house
sings to the moon with the
sweetest of squeaks
Crows can only caw but caw they do
as they fly into the sky’s maw then
into trees for their morning Conferences of the Birds
squawking and cawing for all they’re worth
The giraffe it’s said also vocalizes but at
decibels so high or so [...]