THE CRY OF THE HUNTED
J. Price
‘MISSY’
IS BARKING, QUITE
LOUD
AND CLEAR.
THERE
SURELY MUST BE
A
CRITTER, NEAR.
HIDING,
A MOUSE
IS
SCARED TO DEATH
SHAKING
WITH FEAR
HOLDING
HIS BREATH.
‘WHY
WASN’T I
BORN
A BIG BEAR?’
LITTLE
MOUSE WISHES, WITH
HANDS
IN THE AIR.
I’VE
NO WHITE FLAG,
THERE’S
NO ESCAPE
MOUSE
KNOWS HE’S IN
REALLY
BAD SHAPE.
THIS
DOG IS A
MOUSE
CHASING BREED.
‘MISSY’
IS CALLED.
SHE’S
GONE, I’M FREED!