Mingle the Mouse

In the old briar wood
Where green things grew
There lay a small burrow
The size of a shoe

Inside of the burrow
Lived five little mice
Their home was quite cosy
Though lacking in light

The Mother and Father
Were wed by the sea
And working together
Had parented three

The young mice were given
These following names
Poppy and Mingle
And thirdly was James

Mingle, the oldest,
Often stared wistfully
Perched at the door
While his siblings played blissfully

He was their elder
By only one day
Yet thought himself
Quite a bit wiser than they

His Mother and Father
Did worry at times
Never quite knowing
The thoughts on his mind

One day when their parents
Had gone to find food
A snake slithered by
Bearing wonderful news

"A feast has been thrown
In the city of men
I share this glad tiding
So all may attend

The city is truly
A sight to behold
Walls clad with silver
And streets paved with gold

The folk are all wholesome
And smell like sweet roses
They ready fine flavours
And scents for our noses"

Mingle the mouse
Was cheerful indeed
For tired he was
Of sunflower seed

He pondered no longer
Than a moment at most
Rising in haste
And forgetting his coat

His brother and sister
Were eager to follow
But Mingle was sure
They'd receive only sorrow

"The city I speak of
Sparkles and shines
I doubt they let everyone
Enter to dine

I mean no offence
And that I must stress
Your manners are poor
And your fur is a mess

Remain here for now
Tell our parents the news
And soon I'll return
With a mountain of food"

His kin did protest
But at last did agree
For they too were tired
Of sunflower seed

So Mingle departed
From home and his folk
Leaping o'er brambles
And heading t'ward smoke

With glee in each step
He bounded along
Passing through woodland
Throat full of song

A cat did hear and gave him chase
Beating not young Mingle's pace
The weary cat did turn away
And Mingle spoke from hiding place

"Perhaps tomorrow, not today
For I must go along my way
A feast like this is rare indeed
And I'll be sure to have my feed"

There were breads and jams
Butters and creams
Apples and oranges
Puddings and beans

Such fine food
Was there to be tasted
He had to attend
It could not be wasted

The town was in sight
Good scents on the breeze
He dreamed of delights
More pleasing than cheese

Singing and laughter
Rang out in the sky
The gathering seeming
More sweet than a pie

He sprang through the grass
And leapt on a chair
The feast now in reach
He gazed on the fare

Then came a cook
Three dishes in hand
And spotting young Mingle
She halted his plan

"I do not intend
To seem callous and mean
But ye may not partake
If arriving unclean"

Mingle thought nay
There must be confusion
He was one spotless
Was it delusion?

Swallowing pride
He made his inspection
And found that some dirt
Had evaded detection

Mingle was worrisome
Fearing rejection
So he pled for some soap
To make a correction

The cook did oblige
And soap issued forth
He scrubbed every side
East, West, South, North

And so he was clean
As a new cooking pot
The cook took a look
And gave him a nod

Mingle did sparkle
As crystal in light
And so did he dine
'Til falling of night

There were fruit pies
Red wines
Peaches and plums
Apples and apricots
Crumbles and buns

He cheered and he sang
And heard many tales
Of monsters and men
'Til sleeps call prevailed

And so, feeling wearisome,
Sought out a bed
Lumb'ring along
Feet weighing like lead

His eyes fell at last
On a hole in a wall
He laid down some grass
And curled up in a ball

Passed he did through Slumber's door
Drifting on a pitch-black sea
Whisked away by silken sail
Driven by a frigid breeze

Mingle landed on a shore
More empty than a barren bone
No lonelier land had been before
And on the sand, a tow'ring throne

He thought perhaps he'd sit thereon
To look upon the spotless shore
But felt at once his peace had gone
So scurried off and saw no more

Beyond the beach there lay a gloom
Which bade him fall in deeper sleep
The only lamp to him the moon
And so he stumbled t'ward its gleam

Plodded he through soft and coarse
Knowing not what held his foot
'Til at last, the shadow passed
As though his eyes were rid of soot

There he saw them, 'round about
Kindred all with smiling snout
Skipping 'round a banquet fine
Chewing figs and sipping wine

Though he felt a hunger slight
His own kin were sweeter sight
Bounded he to meet them there
Yet gave they naught but wond'ring stare

"This one has no part with us
Why does he run to meet us so?
Indeed we called him brother once
But now he lacks our blinding glow"

Mingle did recoil in shock
Wincing at their wint'ry words
Feeling as a drop of rain
Swallowed up by careless earth

His pride at last conceded
And he bore a burning shame
For his kindred had he treated
In that self-preferring way

Returned he did to barren shore
Fleeing faces formed in dream
Fearing apathetic eyes
Would be the last he'd ever see

Mingle called to Slumber
Pleading loud for his release
The only sound beside his call
Were waves upon the beach

Strained he did to pierce the gloom
For a pardon swiftly sent
From the dark a boat did loom
As though it heard the mouse repent

A mighty gale did bear him up
Seating Mingle at the helm
Sails did swell with sweeping gust
And bore him hast'ly from the realm

Darkness fled at morn's approach
Mingle's eye caught glimpse of day
Rose he did from grassy cot
And scurried off along his way

No mind had he for eating
All the crumbs which lay about
His stomach felt quite sickly
So he gladly went without

A morsel seemed as poison
Through the lens of Mingle's shame
He feared that all his kinsfolk
Would now curse his very name

Why, o why, would they rejoice
To see him home again
After his uncaring voice
Tore holes no mouse could mend

As Mingle flew through bustling streets
And passed the remnants of the feast
He knew his kin would much prefer
If his return did bear a treat

So Mingle took a scrap of cloth
And filled it up with plenty crumbs
Tied it tightly at the top
And on his back, the sack he slung

[Work In Progress]