Oh to be a mouse in the corner
and hide from the glare of your deceit.
To take to shadows, under honest feet
I could cower out of burning reach.
Ah to be a mouse in your mirror
watching what you deign to adore,
to close my eyes against knowing's gore
to shrink, recede, embrace ignored.
Oh to be a mouse without horror
to live among those of my choosing
and wake somewhere other than mourning,
to give and give again without losing.
I to be a mouse with a mouse's honor
and walk along a cloudless meadow,
breathe an air from under your shadow,
to feel again, to rage it out in wanton bellow.
Ah to be a mouse no longer
I cast you off, your winter's tower
I take no blows of your wasted hours
I shirk the shadow and spurn to cower.
Oh to be a mouse with a lion's roar
I choose to be a mouse no more.