Growing Up

I pack my bags,
Scurry down the stairs,
Leave the key with the door rat.
Cross town is like cross country side
For my small, small feet.

I find the place,
It's beautiful,
The neighborhood is gorgeous.
The flowers tall and bright,
I grip one for good hope.

Heave up the door mat,
Finger the key
Greeted by the neighboring family.
Oldest about to leave,
As I just did,
And youngest still in the nest.

I find my room,
Unpack my things,
Breath in the new air.
It's different then back home,
Yet exactly the same.

The noise outside
And downstairs
From the humans
Is nothing but tranquility.
Sets the mood to curl up and rest.

Wrap my tail around my nose
Fold my ears back
Close my eyes
Welcome home.

*Just so people are not confused, this is in the voice of a mouse*