It's Still Life

Mouse

I see you
there, dipping and diving,
rooting in bowls.

A spoonful of dinner.
Sugar on your lips.
Crumbs on your fur.

I hear you
gnawing, you with
those black bean eyes.

You, scurrying on
thin silence. You, lurking
when I’m not looking.

I see you
little mouse, eyeing up
that glistening moon.

Written for Twiglets #311 “Eyeing It” AI Digital Artwork is created using Midjourney. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023 Shared on Twitter #twiglet #amwriting @midjourney