I am a City Mouse
I was once a city mouse, The playground was the street
I climbed and ran and jumped, on concrete beneath my feet.
I ran into the sprinklers, on hot, sticky summer days
And tanned upon the asphalt roof, to soak in all the rays.
In wintertime I bundled warm, and fought away the blues
I dreaded the rushed subway ride, with slush under my shoes.
Over time I became a country mouse, or some may say “small city”
I drank in sunny rays down south, at first it didn’t fit me.
After time the vitamin D soaked in and I grew warm
The creases in my mouth grew deep, a smile it did form.
With the city life behind me, but not forgotten yet
I always said I missed the pace that city life could set.
I am again a city mouse… BY LOCATION!
But the country mouse inside of me… NEEDS A VACATION!!!