Deklan O'Connor
Is a maze, And its players merely mice. Soft and skittish mice, Nose every corner, every crack. Smack their nose they run away. Open hands and they walk around. Any plants in your poem? Mice like to hide Any cheese in your poem? Mice like to eat A fork in your road? A mouse will make a decision. Especially if you clap Right when they nose down a path. But they will always crawl right back In case the other side has more snacks
