Harmony of Whiskers
Reflection
In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
Three mice gather, instruments in array,
Their music whispers secrets of the night,
As they strum and pick with gentle delight.
With every note, a tale unfolds,
Of dreams and hopes, of stories untold,
Their harmony weaves a spell of peace,
As the world outside begins to cease.
In this quiet moment, they are free,
Their music a reflection of their glee,
The mice's serenade, a joy to behold,
A testament to the power of art to unfold.