The Mouse who had Long
The summer was as long as a field full of strawberries. And the wheat smelt warm and dry. And the mouse who had long been swinging on a stalk, looked up at the endless sky. Then, he burrowed to the earth in a trench of leaves, as they fell and they fell, drifting deep. And the mouse who had long loved the wind-shorn land, surrendered completely to sleep. And when winter crept, in his frost-white feet, through trees as gnarled as mean old men, the mouse who had long turned in from the cold, dreamt of wheat fields and wheat fields again. All the weighed-down days…..and the star-frost nights …….and the weeks when the sun wasn't seen……..till the mouse who had long been dead to the world, woke up to the smell of green.