I went out to the woods

because I was tired of

feeling frustrated, lonely

and stressed.

There, I met an animal,

a mouse, that brushed

up against my busted

sandals on my feet.

I picked him up, and

talked to him for a while.

I adopted him.

I had made a new friend.

My only one for a long time

so I carried him home with me.

He was my only companion

in the poverty-stricken, emotionally-broken

home of my youth.

A small creature with warm brown eye's,

Fur that's as a silver as the dollar coins lost in a fountain,

He looked upon me with mercy,

After I'd fallen to earth,

From a place I can't recall,

He gave me peace as he licked my bloody hand,

The dirt that had burnt to my metallic clothes,

Was a reminder of a place that I have lost,

In these woods,

Here is this angel with fluffy ears,

And pink paws that resemble the color of a peach lollipop,

My new friend, and little baby mouse,

That my heart has adopted,

Maybe my home could be this planet.

just like me

he runs from his past

in fear

searching for a new name

to give him

purpose.

two twin lost souls

running from the same plight

yet both on a collision course

for the other.

just like me,

he is searching for identity,

and i'm happy

to assign him

that role.

he is

Geronimo,

the battle cry screamed

as you jump

towards self-discovery.

"Hello, little friend,"

I told a little mouse

I found sniffing my shoe today.

He was all alone in the forest floor

and seems to be afraid

of the owls that are hunting him.

He climbed to my knee

and sniffed the air more

as if discerning my identity.

"I'm pleased to meet you.

My name is Andie.

What's yours?"

My newfound friend

seems to think

as he look at me.

"Is your name Todd?

Or perhaps Cody?

Do you want Desperaux, instead?"

I rambled and rambled

until he looked up to me

when I called him, "Ben!"

Now the grey little Ben

lives with me happily in his tiny, tidy hut

I made out of popsickle sticks.