The mouse sat out in the open Shivering without a care Numb to the world around her Lost in a well of despair Indifferent to the dangers Oblivious to the delights Spark tamped down To a muted brown Darkness infusing the light For days and nights she stayed there Waiting only for the end to arrive Time ticked along as she shivered on Her only thought was to not be alive But the universe has a habit Of giving what we don’t know we need As the mouse was about to discover When that thing arrived at tremendous speed A bundle of fluff on four legs hurtling around the field Panting and yapping Padded paws slapping Joy unbounded and unconcealed It bowled her over into the hedgerow Snuffled and truffled her soft silky skin Her surprise turned to anger Who dared to disturb her?! And all at once, she could feel again The shock and the indignity Gave way to tears that were long held inside When the drops had all fled A load had been shed The mouse saw the world through new eyes Noticed the sunlight sparkle the dew The shadows long in the morning light Heard the comforting call Of birds at their squall Felt a spark deep inside her ignite The fluff ball sat there waiting Head cocked to the side with curiosity Sorry small mouse If it hurt when I pounced Would you like to play with me? This world is so exciting So much to discover and see But it would be even more fun If I had a friend to share it with me So the pup taught the mouse how to play And they played every chance that they had This most unlikely of beautiful friendships Helped lift the mouse when she felt sad Reminded her of the fun and the joy To be found on this big wide earth With the help of her friend the puppy The mouse rediscovered her mirth.
I’ve had the mouse at the back of my mind for a while but I wasn’t sure which direction her story was going to take. When I was walking to collect my son from school the other day there was a mouse shivering in the middle of the lane. As gently as I could I encouraged it into the hedgerow. Five minutes later when I returned with my son it was there again. Again we encouraged it back into the hedgerow. I popped out ten minutes later to check and there it was again. For a third time I encouraged it to safety. I haven’t seen the little mouse again, except in my imagination.