About Trapped Mice

a thousand hens sat clucking in a pen, scratching around and a hundred baby bunnies calmly fucking to spend, hidden in the gorse grass passing the time, nothing much more in this lushness let's find another, across the valley, towards the searching light sometimes in the clearer twilights, carried on the lighter breezes in the tighter timeframes between the clouds and the curtained windows, let's find another and invade, persevere for once because it's a worthwhile cause and a great opportunity...