Creature of the Night
Though in a deep trance,
Sleeping soundly throughout the day
Even the slightest knock,
Tap, or whisper
May trigger and arouse me.
My circadian rhythm tells me,
Dusk is drawing near
I feel it in my blood.
Now wide awake,
I pursue a snack to nibble on
That will satisfy my empty stomach.
Stirring blindly through the hallways
Relying mainly on taste, touch, smell, and hearing,
I make my way through the maze of adjacent walls
And into the kitchen I go,
Finding myself in such luck
To come across the cheese.
I am a mouse.
Nocturnal in nature.
Physically small,
Emotionally timid,
…and self-reliant.
I am a mouse.
Not straying away from home.
Plain, yet simple,
A dependable, yet assertive being,
Keeping a low profile.
I am a mouse.
