RUNNER UP

Scuttling through the streets
There’s no groovy beats
For the mice have no warm home
With shelter and warmth
They’re known as dirty beasts
Who don’t deserve comfy seats
They twist, turn, twirl about
Avoiding angry feet and shouts
Imagine in your head
How it would feel without a bed
Uncomfortable, dirty, cold
Even eating food with mould
There bodies round and small
There ears proud and tall
They mean no harm
No need for alarm
Give them all you can
For how would you feel
Upon the streets
With no yummy treats
No healthcare
Or clothes to wear
They are so sweet
They shall not cheat
So just give them a chance