Jungle Mouse

If I can’t attack the night.

With delightful fright.

And you in sight.

Then who am I but a mouse.

In Laos.

Running to my jungle house.


If I can’t see your light.

In all your might.

As your soul shines bright.

Then I’ll run to the sun.

Away from everyone.

As I come undone.


If I can’t be your knight.

With a kiss under moonlight.

Then I’ll suffer the plight.

And be held at bay.

As I toil away.

Through the heat of my days.