Actually it's even worse than that - the full title is " To A Mouse On turning her up in her nest with the plough - November 1787" So it's clear that an inadvertent chance event on Rabbie's part has condemned the wee mouse to a miserable death, as she has neither the time nor the materials " to big a new ane, and cauld November's winds ensuin', bath snell and keen" . I reckon that the poem ranks with Ae fond Kiss as one of Burns finest. Maybe we should have a poetry thread - and share our favourite quotes!
I'm well aware of the contents of the poem, and agree with you, but was just being simplistic here!
A poetry thread would be a nice idea, and in fact we could even encourage members to compose their own, but I'm not sure it would find much support. The only way to do that of course is to open a thread and see what happens.