Peephole Mouse

Here's a poem I started quite some time ago and never finished. I was just going through my quotes book/ dream journal/ random inspirations of the moment scribbles when I rediscovered it, so thought I'd share it on here.

"Peephole Mouse"

Quietly a peephole mouse

gleans all he needs

from those ignorant tenants he keeps.

How can such a small landlord

make use of all their spoil?

...easy.

A look around during the night 

and everything wonderful found!

A fine lady's glove ought to be perfect

for a lace curtain or two,

and the gentleman's pipe,

though dreadful to lite,

gives warmth for a glorious stew.

Spontaneous Poetry

Why do all my creative spikes happen at 3 or 4 in the morning? I have no idea. Good thing I'm a night owl by nature or I'd never get anything done! Anywho, this is a random poem I wrote not 5 minutes ago inspired by a drawing of my horse that I finished a few minutes before (see photo below). Alright, I'll stop blabbering and get on with typing it out for you. Keep in mind this was a totally in the moment poem, so don't expect it to be that great or refined in any way.

"Hoofbeats"

Dancing, pounding,

sparks flying,

Wind whipping, whirling on dusty planes.

In the sunny places,

quivering stones whisper of immanent cacophony.

A hush,

A growing roar,

A quaking siren song

busting forth a thousand hoofbeats.

A wind so great

all nature bows in reverent homage.

Blurring black, brown, red, white,

Colors to make an artist weep.

Tossing, kicking, bucking palette of majesty

Pure manifestation of freedom and ecstasy.