Mouse

A curled mouse stilled within a pile of hay

Praying not of any ears hearing the heartbeat

That thunders out to give presence away

To the coyote sniffing on hunt for meat

Along the edges of the headless stalks for which mouse lay

Solid in desire to stay alive

The mouse moves along with the strokes of searching paw

Lest it does anything else in effort to thrive

The end would surely be in canine maw

Which aimless furrows an effort coyote does connive

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