Whisker Melody
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
Three mice gather, instruments in array.
Their whispers weave a gentle breeze,
As they strum and pick with skillful ease.
The blue-clad mouse, with eyes so bright,
Leads the ensemble through the night.
The red-banded virtuoso joins the fray,
His notes dancing like fireflies in May.
The green-clad minstrel brings a soothing air,
As the music swirls, without a single care.
Together they create a harmony so fine,
A symphony of friendship, a heart's rhyme.
In this moment, they are free to be,
Their music a reflection of their glee.