Phantom Mouse Poem by Glen Kappy
Phantom Mouse
Until this morning
the only evidence
the hole he made
in plastic bag
that held the loaf—
besides the one beneath
he gnawed for nourishment—
impressive for its symmetry.
Until this morning
he'd escaped detection—
not by only us
but by our cat—
a noted hunter.
Until this morning
when I glimpsed him
in the revelation
of the just-flicked light
between container
for our vinegars and oils
and the basket
where the bread had been.
He must be starving now
in what's become
a foodless prison.
Only instinct I expect
had brought this wee one
looking for security
and all's been shut
against him.
Humans are like trapped. Starving mice? I think I understand now the hole in your loaf of hardly-eaten bread. Funny, we have a visiting mouse in our house too at the moment.
hey, laurie! hoping you're cottony, cloud-fluffy well. thanks for the read and comment. the real-life experience with the phantom mouse made me think of immigrants who have to live invisibly in their adoptive countries. -glen
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4/26/2024 9:32:17 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I dont know whether to laugh or cry at the miuses; s plight. But I am plagued by a miuse too - for the past several minths. I want my miuse D-E-A-D but I want a reprieve for yoir. Your poem makes him seem so resoirceful and life affirming. Hey, Laurie says sghe gas a miuse too.! ! (BTW ny cimputermno longer knows how ro spell. I can t stop these mistakes and Im tired of cirrecting them. BAH! HUMBUG!)
i'm pretty sure our cat now knows there's a mouse in the house. i saw him yesterday hanging out in the kitchen in a position i've seen before—one he adopts when patiently stalking. thanks for the comment, daniel. -glen