Little Mouse

I once was

a little mouse

who hid away in the ribcage

of a giant beast

who could have swallowed me

whole.

I made a home in their horror,

I made life in their death.

I nested in their vertebrae

and kept my acorn shells

and feathers

and wonders of the wild

free from the storm.

I wove vines

and leaves

and even bits of fur.

I made myself a little roof

and patched it with sap.

I found safety in their skeleton

until I got too big.

I grew and grew

the safer I felt

and no longer the mouse,

I became the beast I once

rehomed

and now I live again.