As I parked the car on East 12th street
a mouse appeared on the outside
of the windshield
a baby, anyway so small
from where
can’t imagine
not brown not white
sky grey
but eyes dark
met mine
but I didn’t know
what to do
looked at the people
walking along
suddenly
I felt like a holy man
intimate
with the mystery
of creation.
This is great Charles. Those moments of unique experiences that we cannot share with others. They make us feel so...well...blessed, I suppose. Almost surreal, it must have happened.
very nice work as usual...enjoyed much...happy new year to you! ! !
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Now that must have been spookie Charles! I came eye to eye with a Sparrow Hawk years ago, I was washing dishes, and the window, overlooked a bird table...it had swooped down and taken a sparrow. That moment, is petrified in my mind for life. Amazing eyes they have too. Your mouse sounds cute though! 10 from Tai, nature lover