Whiskered Harmony
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
Three mice gather, instruments in array.
Their whiskers twitch, their ears so fine,
As they create a melody divine.
With every strum, a tale unfolds,
Of friendship and joy, young and old.
Their music weaves a spell of delight,
As they play through the silent night.
In this moment, they are free,
Their artistry, a symphony.
Their bond is strong, their hearts aglow,
As they make music, as the moments flow.