Squeak

I’m a little mouse

staring at the claw hands reaching towards me

I’m a little mouse

when I look up, the trunks of the human beast seem never ending

It’s face an overpowering sight to fear

Countenance as wrathful as the sun.

I’m a little mouse

And today, I face death but that’s not the end

For not all who face such cruel mechanisms fall prey.

I’m a little mouse and I squeak

“Not today, Death. Not today.”