Little mouse running
across the cold-
marble floors of the
airport, scurrying
for refuge, looking
for a place to hide
before it’s mopped
up and thrown to
the trash or cornered
and stomped like
the vermin it
doesn’t know it is, poor
little creature,
running through the
departure halls of the
terminal, spawning
terror and disgust
in the souls of the delayed
passengers, signing
its own death-warrant
every time it sticks
its head out to
skitter and steal
across the room.
Poor little Jerry.