This mouse

This mouse lives in a magical place,
Where the morning sun slowly sweeps away ice from frozen maple leaves,

Where Housefinches skip from branch to branch,
Hummingbirds call each other for companionship,
Trumpeter swans cheer each other on with honks.

Where the Great Blue Heron flies low,
the Bald Eagle watches over the Snohomish River,
And the Flicker spreads their colorful wings.

Where mallards swim together in circles,
And a Cinnamon teal might be seen.
Where endless bird poop can be found.

Where Caddisfly larvae uses silk to make a protective case out of gravel, 
sand and tiny pieces of plants, so strong they are hard to pull apart.

Where Cedars make great hides
But less mindful visitors leave their tools and lunches
Decorating logs with sprayed art.

Where Beavers snack on young Cottonwood branches
Leaving behind their tracks to observe

Where Coyotes go swimming in the icy cold river
Taking a long time to build a fire afterwards

Where Bob saved the place from development 
His death marking the end of the Golden Age of Steelheading.

This mouse lives in a magical place.

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