Hello,
My sweet friends.
My name is Viola,
And I have written this poem especially for all of you.
And if you enjoy this poem,
There are more on my profile in my audio library,
Both free and premium.
I am a doormouse named Tom.
I took a walk on a summer day to find the perfect spot.
Kicked off my shoes to fill the grass and I unpacked my special snack.
A sour pickle,
A can of plantain nuts,
Some crackers spread with blueberry jam.
I heard a squeak close to my feet that seemed to come from beneath a pile of dried out leaves.
First I saw two dark eyes and then its funny ears appeared.
It was no bigger than my thumb,
A charming doormouse.
He said his name was Tom.
I stared,
Then blinked in disbelief.
Was this real or a dream?
Then scooched down to say hello.
I've never met a mouse that spoke,
You know.
Tom smiled with a big,
Full grin.
Could you share some of your nuts that you have buried in that tin?
I poured some nuts into my hand and placed them besides Tom on the ground.
He held them with his tiny hands,
Enjoying each one,
Until his belly grew and grew,
Then stopped when he was nice and full.
The little doormouse let out a giggle as he watched me take a big bite from my pickle.
And suddenly the sky grew dark and it began to drizzle.
Looks like a storm,
Said the mouse,
Pointing to a cloud.
Then,
With a wave of his tiny hand,
Tom vanished back to magical land as quickly as he had come.
The adorable little doormouse was gone.
