WITHIN the grazing wheat fields came a tittle toddle foot
stepping softly across fallen grass of untiled fields.
Mister Harvey Mouse was in great fear!
Having spent hours across the way near a river thus lost a
child called “Evie.”
Looking and seeking he went while mother mouse sat home
weeping away moments in despair!
As the bright full moon lit a sky all within a place
called Harvest City wept this plight:
Said the moon: “Nothing I’ve seen is in despair!”
Said the wind: “What was this little thing you lost?
A mere nugget of loving here?”
Said Earth: “We can confirm she went this way
upon the stairs without a fare.”
Miss Piglet squealed: “I saw her! She when upward
upon the stares of stairs!”
K-Bear reported: “She is in the lair the lair of
the giants who walk over there!”
The Spirit of Her Soul spoke: “We only need
the help when asked! Unless I lose
the footing of a small foot then help!”
The house was silent. The cats meowed. The
pool stood still. All things unraveled
as her head bounced and bounced down forgetting
precious thoughts.
Lost! Lost! What was is now the great wishes
of once was her. For a hope for a lost belief
all is good.
:: 03.17.2022 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 
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