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?