The Doormouse is Dreaming
Dark clouds settled around
the Hansen home
Frightened children ran up to their rooms.
Grandma barked out commands
to the older ones,
her shaky vibrato
rumbling with authority
“Lock the windows”
“Close the doors”
“Set the sugarbowl out in the foyer.”
The Doormouse peeped out
from under the sugar bowl lid
Where his dreamer’s gear
Was entirely hid
Blankets and pillows
All covered with down
Then he pulled his lid over
And gave way to dreaming
Over the garden,
The mighty clouds wept
While in the dreamhouse
The Doormouse slept
Building worlds with
His tiny mind
On handknit doilies
In sleep reclined
Little minds are quietly scheming
In the hidden world of sleep
You can’t erase the Doormouse dreaming
Of worlds and concepts thimble-deep
Grandma locks up her cupboards tight
And grips her cane with knuckles white
Prevent ye incursions of deeper meaning
Doormouse keep us safe tonight
In shallow waters puddle-wide
Safe from the full moon’s pull of tide
Face snuggled in his soft-fur hide
Sumiko Saulson 
This was wonderful. Happy new year filled with great writing.