The Shunned And The Stunned

Down in the fields of barley and rye, Where swaying grain reaches the sky, Wispy white clouds lazily saunter by, And the oak trees' leaves heave a sigh.

The sun is out and still beats strong, The shadows dance wearily and long, Deer in the copse gather in a throng, Listening in secret for the fairy song.

Steadfast on his stalk eagerly waiting, Sat a bold harvest mouse anticipating, His sleek fur coat he slicks for dating, Making himself presentable unabating.

His orange coat has a luxuriant glow, He's washed it many times you know, That white underbelly fluffed up so, His tail wound round the stem below.

Little ears twitch as shadow descends, As on the air glides a hawk as it wends, A way through towards its own ends, And snatches it from infront of friends.

With talons outstreched it held prey, Other cowardly mice scurried away, They heard t'was to meet its love today, Now it's seen disappearing they say.

And that grip was iron it held on fast, Nothing would loosen her grip at last, Not until she'd gotten to her nest past, Those fields of eyes and tongues aghast.

Her beautiful feathers were preened, As her heart leapt so her body leaned, Into the wind so thrilled she seemed, And let out a squawk as if she dreamed.

For hawk and mouse can love true, Opposites attract and when they do, Rules don't matter shatter them too, Defying convention in a rendezvous.

He held tight in the loving embrace, She with such delight in a proud face, Never let anyone say you're out of place, Don't believe any who call you disgrace.

For a harvest mouse and hawk can be, Flying into a future over rye and barley, Rising in the sky high and finally free, Seeking out their own world excitedly.