Mouse

Today I feel like a mouse
Nibbling on what I find,
Scurrying to comfortable places
Not caring what tomorrow brings

Worry has been left to another day
There is no desire to leave the warm area
Everything following a natural schedule
Foraging so very simple

There is rain, but it is unfelt
There is cold, but the body is warm
There is a safe place from all dangers,
And, one safe place to another is a short run

Today life seems so very simple —
Will tomorrow be different?

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