8 May 2012
Oh, country mouse
Why do you wander
Onto crowded city streets?
Comforting fields
You cast asunder
To get caught under city feet.
The roads are tough
The people mean.
Your bumpkin ways
Your haystack dreams.
'Fate I must court
To meet my maker.
Necessity, it drives me here.
To work, to play
To learn, to wonder
Even though my path I fear.'
Country Mouse • Opuss № I