a mouse, a pigeon, a squirrel
scuttle across the floor of the woods
where on damp soil, a skittle
becomes to them an attractive good
the mouse it sniffles then swivels
whip of a tail, striking the wind
the squirrel completely uncivil
jerky leaps to the sweet, mouse chagrinned
but where, you ask is the pigeon?
tom cruising, off on a mission?
or stood by a dumped muddy jacket
with the rest of the skittles packet?