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.

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Take 2