Mice are small, nimble creatures that live alongside us. They love cheese and grains, can run fast, and hide in the most unexpected places. In these poems, you'll meet a variety of mice: mischievous, timid, and very curious. You'll learn what they do, what they dream about, and how they live their little mouse lives. Get ready for some fun and heartwarming stories!<\/p>\n
\nA little gray mouse lives in a hole, dragging her long tail behind her. Her ears are round, her nose is sharp, and she runs quickly and nimbly! One night, the mouse went out for a walk, gathering tasty grains. She drags them into her hole and hides them in a crack\u2014what a clever little target! Murzik the cat guards the mouse, waiting all day by the hole. But the mouse is cunning, her nose not sticking out of the hole. In the morning, the cat went to bed, and the mouse found a grain. She ate it quickly, flicking her tail, darted into her hole, and fell asleep!\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nMouse Breakfast<\/h2>\n
\nThe mouse woke up, stretched, and quietly crept into the kitchen. There on the table, what a surprise! A piece of cheese lies like a breeze. She drags it into her hole, so that there is enough for the whole crust. Breakfast is ready, her friends are squealing, Mouse joy and play.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nMouse artist<\/h2>\n
\nThe mouse found a pencil and began drawing right away. She drew a house and a garden, and a cat sleeping out of place. The sun is shining in the picture, and the grass is green and unmelted. The artist mouse is happy, what a beautiful reward!\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nHide and seek<\/h2>\n
\nThe mouse is playing with her friends, running around the house at hide-and-seek. Under the closet, in the laundry basket, all the mice are looking for her! Now she's jumped out from under the chair, scaring everyone, like a doll. The mouse's laughter rings loudly, fun is bubbling and seething in the hole.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nScary cat<\/h2>\n
\nThe mouse saw the cat, and quickly hid, just a little. She darted under the sofa in an instant, her side trembling with fear. The cat passed by, unaware that the mouse was hiding there, sitting quietly. The mouse sighed and crawled out again, and ran, full of dreams.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nMouse hole<\/h2>\n
\nIt's warm and cozy in the mouse hole, The soft leaves there seem like a haven. Crumbs and grains lie in the corner, And the mouse sleeps sweetly in its river. It dreams of cheese and honey, And how joyfully it is to live in the light of the world. Night has fallen, and silence, The mouse in its hole is happy and alone.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nThe Mouse and the Moon<\/h2>\n
\nA mouse sat on a rooftop, admiring the golden moon. The moon shone for her like a lantern, in the night's darkness, like a king. The mouse dreamed of distant lands, where grain is plentiful and the sky is free of fear. But then there was a rustling sound, and the mouse instantly darted into her hole, like a nimble spring.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nTraveling Mouse<\/h2>\n
\nThe mouse decided to see the world, and set off on a bold journey. She found a box like a ship, and sailed to distant lands. She met a bird flying high, and a bright butterfly full of strength. The mouse returned home with a story of adventures filled with ecstasy.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nLost Tail<\/h2>\n
\nThe mouse ran, wagging her tail, And suddenly looked back - no tail in sight! She searched everywhere, called out and was sad, But her little tail had floated away somewhere. Suddenly she saw - under the closet, catching the rays, Her tail had been found, running, not keeping silent! The mouse was overjoyed, tucked her tail, And again she merrily walked around the house.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nMouse Orchestra<\/h2>\n
\nThe mice gathered in deep silence, and began to play their magical orchestra. Some on a bell, some on a leaf, the music flows in the beauty of the night. A violin made from a match, a drum from a box, the sounds are cheerful, light, timid. The mice play, dance, and sing, and joy blossoms in everyone's hearts.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nWinter mink<\/h2>\n
\nIt's cold in the burrow in winter, so the mouse bundles up to keep warm. Dry leaves, moss, and fluff make her feel warm. A stash of grain and dried berries helps her survive the cold. The mouse sleeps sweetly, unafraid of winter, in a cozy, love-filled burrow.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nBaker Mouse<\/h2>\n
\nThe mouse decided to bake some pies, with a berry filling and honey in the corners. She found some flour and a little water, and kneaded the dough, making it sweet to nibble on. She baked some pies, rosy-brown on the sides, and treated all the mice to them. Everyone praised the mouse for the delicious pie, and joy reigned in the mouse town.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nThe Mouse and the Rain<\/h2>\n
\nThe rain is pattering on the roof and the glass, the mouse is sitting sadly in the corner. She can't go for a walk, or gather new grains. But the rain has passed, and the sun has come out, and the world around her has shone like a window. The mouse has rejoiced and has run off, to play in the puddles, and has walked quickly.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nThe mouse and the book<\/h2>\n
\nThe mouse found a large book and began to examine the pictures. There were flowers and trees and singing birds. The mouse learned a lot about the world around her, both large and simple. She fell asleep, dreaming of distant lands, with the book by her side, in her dreams.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nHouse of Mouse<\/h2>\n
\nSo ends our tale, about a little mouse, quick and affectionate. She lives in a warm and bright burrow, and the world around her is so welcoming. May our mouse always be happy, and fear neither storm nor thunder. After all, friends and family are waiting for her at home, and life in the burrow is a great spark.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"Mice are small, nimble animals that live alongside us. They love cheese and grains, and they can run fast and hide.<\/p>","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[71],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-86","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-stihi"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/86","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=86"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/86\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":173795,"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/86\/revisions\/173795"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=86"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=86"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=86"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}