...Shadow Mouse...
My little wanderer
inside my head
he nibbles corners
looking for bread
he cannot stop
cannot be caught
in shadowed corners
ego is fought
like a long growing stem
in a labyrinth dark maze
the shadow mouse trembles
and hides in its shade
he cannot be baited
he cannot be trapped
for his shadow must linger
until the day has lapped
his whiskers like fingers
like whispers in webs
his black eyes like seeds
asleep in his head
but when the sun sleeps
and the mind starts to slow
he comes again quickly
with the little he knows
and its the little he knows
that makes the most of the noise
my little shadow mouse
is always employed...