Death Of A Mouse

As i stood in phone booth by Swansea road The sky was dark though street lights brightly glowed And those street lights lit the busy motorway And i could see as if it were bright day. On highway edge a small mouse did appear From out the phone booth i could see him 'clear' A little creature scarce an inch in height 'Methought' he'll die by motor wheel tonight. But i was wrong he'd die by Nature's law A bird dropped down clasped mouse in killer claw And at first glance i thought this has to be an owl Or kindred type of night bird on the prowl. But for an owl he had too small a face And he belong to hawk or harrier race Ten foot from me the cars roared to and fro And he seemed quite frightened unsure where to go. A lull in traffic he upped and flew away To nearby tree to safely eat his prey And leave me to ponder on what i did see Beneath that street lamp seven yards from me.