As Mouse

Indeed, the mouse, her people many-fold

Be that they chime with all bells of all lands, 

Must, like the bird, possess stories untold. 

Recherche may be all worldly tunes, hands 

Worked to innovate when, be unheard 

As every statement made in trees, or grass.

Even then, you, aloof power incurred

By thought, by tales, akin to brittle glass.

Small mouse, simply living as created,

Participating in the greater whole,

Perfect, with all as one, liberated.

Every meek creature, ant, rat, and mole.

Yet, you, accursed by your very birth, 

What mouse cannot, entirely is our worth.