I’d just as soon be a mouse
In this world
Squeaking my heart out
Little bullet body
Bright hungry eyes
I’d just as soon live in the walls of this life
Unseen ghost mouse with the run of my world, a
Secret whispery place
Filled with shreds of newspaper
Crumbs of eating things
With fat-sweated sausage and cabbage
To feast on.
A sausage goes a long way in mouse world.