Who is the Prey?

Who is the Prey?


A mouse steps out.

Thin, wary.

His hunger is unmistakable.

In existence there is danger.

It is unavoidable.


The prevalence of foodstuffs

Cannot be ignored,

Is undeniable.

It is like the odor of a flower.

Beauty is inherently attractive.


For Sancho

Any movement is opportunity.

He would sleep through a thunderstorm.

When lightning strikes

It is like distant murmurs.


When we see him later

Huddled back beneath the armchair

It is as though he has not stirred,

But the mouse remains are coddled.

They are like one more toy to be fondled.