We run deep in the grass far from the sight of the danger,
We are small but in our world we are big.
In the summer it’s wide open plains,
In the winter it's the walls of the house.
At night we run freely,
In the day we run in fright.
The big beady eyes I see on others like me look like black orbs,
The pink tails remind me of worms that are in the ground.
We are everywhere but not always in sight.
We have small squeaks but make people screech.