Mouse

Mouse is a poem written in the memory of a friend and also a very important pet.

Mouse
The longer shall you wait up the skies
The longer would I call for you from the fellow earth beneath
From where the Earth's touched your feets to where you breathed your last,
And now I dig beneath, grounds, and leave you fallen through, it's all the days passed in grey blue green and red as I buried you, all the colors, all the days.
And at last I'd walk across the rooms, crossing the same paths over, wondering where lies tiny steps, from where would you have called, from where you breathed your last
And now grows gardens and trees above, one shading, one growing one caring, one leaving. And to know how the gardens grow green in life, wouldn't they fade, how so that you did..
And so will I take walks without you in my arms, and without you in sight, looking up
As you shall wait
So will I, from the fellow grounds beneath.