You have to be dainty
In the dark morning all groggy and barefoot
Because stepping on a dead mouse
Is a terrible way to wake up
Especially if you haven’t had coffee
You shriek with gritted teeth
And hop on your good foot
Straight to the sink
You don’t get over it right away either
Each time you see the cat
You give her a dirty look
Full of recrimination.
She looks back at you
like mouse wouldn’t melt in her mouth.