My garb is murky greyish brown
The railway tracks a drab down town
Thick scattered chunks of gravel
Mark the urban mouse playground

Your garbage is my daily bread
Discarded crumbs can fill my head
An apple core is ample
To send me soundly to bed

I grab whatever comes my way
The thunder monsters hold no sway
I look them in the eye and
Live to lurk another day

You grub me up I’m looking down
No moon to light your distant frown
As tiny urban mousy
Scurries by without a sound