The mouse decides
between hunger and fear,
decides,
though erratically,
to disturb
the still air.
Pausing
as impulse dictates
to confirm,
that this way
is safer
than to return.
So far from
the mousehole
whose darkness
inclines
She scurries along
in staccato
grey lines.
Reaches the shadow
the breath
of a door.
Slips out
of sight
and imagined
no more.
- Derek O'Rourke
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