Mice Serenade
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
Two mice entwine in musical sway,
Their guitars sing sweet serenade,
As they dance upon the parchment shade.
With fur like cream and eyes so bright,
They strum the strings with gentle might,
Their melodies, a gentle breeze,
That rustles leaves and stirs the trees.
The pumpkins nearby, a seasonal gleam,
A symbol of harvest, a festive dream,
The mice's delight, a joyous refrain,
Echoes through the autumnal plain.
Their music whispers secrets sweet,
Of friendship and the joy they meet,
In harmony, their hearts entwine,
A duet of mice, a love divine.