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As the sweet little mice,

Run through the tall grass,

A sound is uttered,

Just like broken glass.

They stop and they shiver,

That sound, it comes near,

The crackling of leaves,

That scent of pure fear.

It bursts from the grass,

Claws glinting like steel,

Eyes fixed on their tracts,

As the mice stumble and reel.

Soon, the damage is done,

Few mice live to tell,

Of the ferocious attacker,

Quite likely from Hell.

Rocking and rocking;

Do you feel it now?

Rocking and rocking;

I'll tell you how:

Stare at the Moon;

Til near Lunacy;

Listen to whispers;

Between you and me.

Feel the wind tug;

At your arm and you hair;

Smell the sweet scent;

Of smoke-licked air.

Now the eyes are coming;

You see them, too?

The eyes of pure gold;

Really, they're true.

Now the form tears free;

Of the inky, black grip;

Night has on thee.

You are now in the claws;

Of the Cat's Cradle.

Flowers awakening, water cascades;

Can you feel it? Spring came to play.

Deer run free, air warm and sweet;

All life dances for this day to greet.

But, alas, that sorrowful sound;

Who else decided to come around?

Wolves grow bold, air turns cold;

What is this deathly energy?

None move from where they lie;

They hear the sound and some cry.

It is He who ends the frolick;

He who turned rain to hail;

The mighty North Wind;

Nature's curse for niave youth;

And the sum of Demeter's rage;

Winter.