The Mouse In The Corner Poem by Sheena Blackhall

I am the mouse in the corner
Clicking and clacking, skeleton's teeth
My worries scuttle under rocks
Trying to stay out of sight
My masks change frequently
Mechanical as clocks

Time ticks by.
I don't do family quarrels
I'd rather stand alone and watch the rain
I grow afraid of steep stairs, slippery ice,
But I remain as punctual as a train

After happenings I need a day to recover
For the sediment to settle
I dislike fuss and bother

Life gives no chance to edit out mistakes
Grief has no grave, it dogs me constantly
Daily tasks are my little pegs of normality

So late, so late
I learn what I should have held dear
I am the mouse in the corner
Knowing the cat draws near