A Mouse by the House

By Artie Knapp

Illustration by Sunayana Nair Kanjilal

A mouse in the grass ran about,

Stopping by the water spout.

Nibbling on something I could barely see,

And didn’t seem to notice me.

Not realizing he was trapped,

He just chewed on his meal tightly wrapped.

To get the mouse’s attention, I threw a pebble his way,

But he kept to his meal without sway.

Again and again I tried, but to no effect;

Feeling put off and puzzled by his disrespect.

But something changed inside me, as the mouse finally looked up;

His eyes were innocent and curious, like that of a newborn pup.

He didn’t seem to mind, my being there;

Barely gave a look, much less a stare.

Then off he went back to the grass, nary a glance at me;

I learned later he got glasses, and now can clearly see.

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