The sunset casts omenous shadows among the sunflowers.

A lone mouse looks ahead.

Will the end be in weeks, minutes or hours?

Across the land and endless sky an adventure filled with dread.

Get to the field and you’ll find peace and safety.

Among the flowers and stocks away from longing eyes.

A way mouse goes on a trail that’s hasty.

One that has taken so many lives.

Trapped by fear and the unknown ahead.

Regardless of decision chosen.

The mouse knows it is dead.

Alone and afraid, it stands frozen.

Unknown perils lay between the mouse and the destination.

Across to the field it must go.

Each step taken with quckness and hesitation.

A victory the snake and hawk can not know.