Cape Ann 002

In the heating shed,
(outside…
a late addition
to a
former summer cottage)
a tiny soft brown mouse
runs skitter up
the top back pipe
and
turns it's large black liquid eyes my way
saying
either
close the freakin door, already
it's 9 degrees out there
or maybe
please don't kill me

hard to say
which one.

I check the wired warming wrap
around
the pipe to the water heater
(it's on)
And turn my focus back to
Mickey
staring at me
motionless
with all the earnestness
and ambiguity
of innocent wildlife
and small mammalian
domestic
infestation

I make but one request
out loud
ridiculous,
but still
heart felt
"just stay out of the house, OK?"
and shut the door
again
against the bitter
outside air.

Jan 3 2012

Ann-Patrice Hickey