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A mouse in the grass ran about, Stopping by the water spout. Nibbling on something I could barely see, And didn’t seem to notice me. Not realizing he was trapped, He just chewed on his meal tightly wrapped. To get the mouse’s attention, I threw a pebble his way, But he kept to his meal without sway. Again and again I tried, but to no effect; Feeling put-off and puzzled by his disrespect. But something changed inside me, as the mouse finally looked up; His eyes were innocent and curious, like that of a newborn pup. He didn’t seem to mind, my being there; Barely gave a look, much less a stare. Then off he went back to the grass, nary a glance at me; I learned later he got glasses, and now can clearly see. |
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