The word mouse has predictably created two meanings for the word – the computer mouse and the animal.  The first usually had a humorous touch and the second –  it was pity that was often expressed, both for the scientific medical use that the animal is put through and the general dislike with which this [...]

The Sunday Times Sri Lanka

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The word mouse has predictably created two meanings for the word – the computer mouse and the animal.  The first usually had a humorous touch and the second –  it was pity that was often expressed, both for the scientific medical use that the animal is put through and the general dislike with which this animal is regarded.  Some concise, empathetic work.

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Mouse

His hideaway
was in the Atuwa,
tucked beneath
pots, pans and
muttering and pottering
of kitchen Amme.
Effaced by soot,
he prayed on
food he believed
she left him.
Thought the world
of her.
Both making do
with scraps,
fellows of
slender means.
A day
he chanced on
an exceptionally
sumptuous meal,
rested in his hole,
gratified,
and was
rudely awakened
by a mewling
emanating from
kitchen Amme’s arms.
Stunned that
she hunted him,
knew with dismay
she regarded him
a pest
of pillage.
Faith in brethren
shattered,
he stole away,
dreary-hearted,
never to be
seen in the Atuwa
again.

K. Liyanage

 

Mouse

‘Did she really do it?’ the girls’ flabagasted and worried mom asked.
“Yes, yes, aunty,
even we couldn’t believe
how she plucked-up the nerve to accost
those bullies”. They all replied in unison;
May be, she got fed-up with the constant ugly
teasing day in and day out…
or
Maybe, she ultimately plucked-up the courage
to show them all,
who really is the mouse, and who really
the roaring lion is!….

Nalini Damayanthi Mahawaduge

 

Data source

It was the final day of data collection of the research. The last of the blood samples collected were neatly arranged in color coordinated rows on the counter. “So what happens to this batch now?” One lab worker asked the other looking at the locked cages, each with a water bottle and a food tray attached to them. “The same thing that happened to the last batch.” The other answered with a sigh, getting the euthanasia agents ready. One mouse; more observant than the rest quietly sat watching as two humans chatted one another in the corner of a slab.

Shehani Delwatta

 

Mouse

She was backward –
Behind the seenes –
Always last to tell her views.
She was called,
The “Mouse” –
But – those were schooldays.
Now –
After many, many, many years
I saw an Award Winning Nominee –
On TV. – Achiever of the year –
Shyly standing –
Short, behind the scenes.
I was stunned.
It was she – “the mouse”.
She had excelled,
In helping the downtrodden,
The backward, the unknown.
And –
Someone had noticed!
My eyes filled –
My head bent in shame.
How dare I call anyone –
A “Mouse”?

Priscilla Pereira

 

SORRY MOUSE

Darkness invaded the room
Once glittering with hope.
To shatter poverty she toiled and toiled
burning midnight oil.
The visions of molecules
Floated in her dreams.
Discussions, lectures, tutorials, practicals,
like pickpockets took her hours.
Even in extreme solitude
Burner, beaker, pipette, burette,
Drove away her boredom,
Now all turned topsy-turvy
She mourned softly,
death warrant in her hand.
Sorry, dear toad and mouse
For seizing your lives.
Nightmares of snakes like stethoscopes,
Strangled her neck in dreams.

Anula Peramune
Mahaweli National
College of Education,
Polgolla.

 

The Trap

Crazed by the dried fish
Surprised by its access
Twitching whiskers,
Beady eyes bright,
Absorbed in a fantasy
The mouse approaches.

Usula P. Wijesuriya

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