Cymbals 2020

4
Out in the forest, in the dark of night,
With a rock to his left, and a tree to the right;
All he could do was keep on running,
For tonight his enemy sure was cunning.
Closer and closer to the river they drew,
The mouse ran, and the owll flew.
Down came the owl, from up above,
As fast as a falcon, as soft as a dove.
The mouse looked up, and then hit a bump,
After tumbling around, he fell on his rump.
The mouse felt despair and looked to the skies,
But there in the shadows shone two yellow eyes.
The eye gave a wink,
And faster than he could think;
The fox grabbed her prize,
As the mouse jumped with surprise.
Then later that night,
The fox laughed in delight,
And thought to herself over her feathery dish:
“Somewhere out there, there’s always a bigger fish.”
By Alex Tumilowicz
Painting by
Yusra Rashidzada