HOUSE OF LEAVES

Here and there a handful
Of oak leaves drift against a fence,
Unseen and unmoved by a farmer,
Safe and secure from rain,
Easily making mice houses.

Oak leaves drift against a fence,
Fallen, but slowly filling with life.

Little rodents take up residence,
Easily making mice houses.
A patch of soft moss on the ground,
Vaulted foliage over the top,
Easily make a mouse house;
Safe and snug even in the rain.