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"Stock" Tip of the Millenia
The American Bloodsport
Animal Rights
The Apple Tree and the Oak Tree
Battery Hens
Bereaved Knife
Cattle Country
Companion Animal
Dancing Bears of India
Death By Night
Dogs Go To Heaven
The Earth So Slender
Farmer Boy
Fight We Shall
For The Animals
For the animals.....
The Fox
Fox Sick
Gold Fish at a Frat Party
The Greatest Gift
Harp Seal Eyes
How Can We Do It?
How in 2050
The Hunter's Trophy Bawl
I Saw a Possum Die Last Night
Jamaican Cows
Let's Not Forget
Listen to Chief Seattle
Little Red Riding Hood
Look Around
Mad Human Disease
Me Means Alone
A Memoir of My Mother
My God Says
My Story
The New Martyrs
Of Mice and Old Men
Paint Her Divine
Pig Crates
A Place for the Animals
Puppy Love
Quiet as a Mouse
The Racist
Recipe For Servitude In The Circus
Sabine: Five Years Later
The Silent Ark
Thanksgiving Wish
They Must Pay
The Tiger
Tom Turkey
Two Unruly Children
The Veal Calf
Veal, Your Meal
The Voiceless
Welcome to Our World...
Where Have They Gone?
Where Is It?
Where's Her Baby?
You Just Don't Care

Quiet as a Mouse

In the midst of winter, that solemn spell
Lives a creature who squeaks but will not tell
Why he scavenges for food all night long
While the children inside sing merry songs
Desperate for cheese, a nibble of bread
To be like humans who are so well fed
They laugh by the fire and drink sweet wine
Feasting with the spirit of Christmas time
The odor of pot-roast drifts through the walls
Out comes the mouse since deliciousness calls
But he is too tiny to reach their fare
If only those people would think to share
The mouse scurries swiftly but then he stops
Lying on the ground, he spots a gumdrop
Its sweetness enchants his famished taste buds
With flavor that pops like airy soap suds
But his grumbling stomach knows too well
That a snippet of candy cannot quell
Long endured hunger, that distasteful sense
Which this simple mouse deems a grave offense
He moves to the tree with presents beneath
Each one a treasure adorned like a wreath
From here the mouse eyes a strange looking thing
A device with a meal fit for a king
But why would they leave a treat on the floor
Right there in plain sight, so close to the door?
He ponders a moment and then concludes
Why this is my present ? a piece of food!
He joyously runs to consume his snack
But when he bites in a copper bar snaps
No one around hears his fragile neck crack
As the little mouse learns some gifts are traps

Joanna Friedman (