To A Mouse
Whilst he wasn't writing iconic poetry, Robert Burns was a farmer, a profession not widely concerned with the wellbeing of wild animals at the time. So, this ode to a tiny field mouse is quite out of character for a farmer in Burns' day.
"Wee, sleekit, cowran, tim'rous beastie,
O, what a panic's in thy breastie..."
Tam O'Shanter
Tam O'Shanter is one of Burns' longer poems and narrates the drunken journey home of Tam, who passes his local haunted church during a storm only to witness a mystical celebration featuring witches, warlocks and the devil playing the bagpipes.
"When chapmen billies leave the street,
And drouthy neibors, neibors meet..."