"The Little Blue Mouse"
Beneath the moon's soft glow, a vision did unfold, A mouse, not grey, but azure, brave and bold. It danced across the mended, darkened floor, With eyes like pearls, it stole my gaze once more. A whirlwind blue, it scurried to my bed, Where flat I lay, in slumber's depths instead. Curled tight, it seemed a demon in disguise, Panting softly, moonlight in its eyes. Beside it, bathed in shadows deep and cool, My black cat slumbered, unaware of the jewel. With pouncing grace, a hunter's instinct stirred, Oh, the fragile beauty of the mouse unheard. Terror sparked, a flight of turquoise wings, Bones like coral, where the moonlit ocean clings. A phantom ship emerged from shadows near, Carrying the mouse away, dispelling fear. But in the cat's dark eyes, a reflection shone, The pearl-light glimmer, claiming it his own. No conscience questioned, nature's call obeyed, The blue mouse vanished, in the hunt's cascade. I stirred awake, and gently pushed away My white sheet, f...