Ballet Mouse
A mouse, small and timid, moves
bit by bit across the floor.
Bright polished hardwood,
well cared for over the seasons.
A wall of mirrors on one side,
brass and oak balance bar on the other.
Light enters, gently, through the windows
diffuse, gentle on a dancer’s eyes.
Today is a glorious day.
The young one’s leg braces finally off.
Bright new pink ballet shoes pad across the floor.
The mouse scurries for the corner.
The grandmother’s heart fills.
And a granddaughter begins her ballet journey.
Take 1
Take 2




❤️ 🙂 Is track 1 the same as track 2?