Black and Brown

A mouse, not talking softly like a mouse
It’s loud, like a leopard roaring, or a lion hunting prey.

Unlike me, I speak as soft as a mouse.

We get into fights, not very much
We have the right to still be friends.

The colours on the glass object change colour
When the bright sun reflects softly on it.

We have our own language,
but do we let other animals or people know it?
No, not at all.

I named my mouse Totoro,
after the most favourite toy in my class.

My roaring mouse is not brave or heroic.
My non brave or heroic mouse is afraid
of: Cats, the dark, and strange things.

He stays in my room, on the tallest
bookshelf, he’s been on.