Two sword playing mice,
See how they fight,
Watch as one leaps gracefully into a dance,
And slices the thin air near the first sword mouse, making him evasively prance.
The air rippppps, ever so slightly,
A reflection of the thin sword being so mighty.
Gleeful grey Field Mouse,
See as he clicks his sword and turns,
Elegantly with his protruding pot belly,
Attacking violently is something which he will never learn basically let alone wholly.
Then to the serious blonde Field Mouse,
He wants to be victor of all,
Champion of the underbelly of the sword mice world,
He’d walk a mile to gain the golden cup with a nip, spin, thrust, and a final stab with a twirl.
Sword fighting mice,
See how they interact in their world,
Then suddenly an appearance of Chester the Cat,
And the game has been encompassed by him outside and of their world – oh crap!
Chester plays with them for fun,
Pawing, toying with them this way and that,
How to escape they have not yet learned,
Then growing bored of their flailing antics he allows them escape,
Their victorious cries of freedom can now be widely heard.
Off they scurry for more swordplay,
For a long cheerful afternoon of that day.
© 2019 Alice Well Art, Lauren M. Hancock, also known as Alice Well. All rights reserved.