As i stood in phone booth by Swansea road <br />The sky was dark though street lights brightly glowed <br />And those street lights lit the busy motorway <br />And i could see as if it were bright day. <br /> <br />On highway edge a small mouse did appear <br />From out the phone booth i could see him 'clear' <br />A little creature scarce an inch in height <br />'Methought' he'll die by motor wheel tonight. <br /> <br />But i was wrong he'd die by Nature's law <br />A bird dropped down clasped mouse in killer claw <br />And at first glance i thought this has to be an owl <br />Or kindred type of night bird on the prowl. <br /> <br />But for an owl he had too small a face <br />And he belong to hawk or harrier race <br />Ten foot from me the cars roared to and fro <br />And he seemed quite frightened unsure where to go. <br /> <br />A lull in traffic he upped and flew away <br />To nearby tree to safely eat his prey <br />And leave me to ponder on what i did see <br />Beneath that street lamp seven yards from me.<br /><br />Francis Duggan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-of-a-mouse-2/
