On our corner a house is broken and exposed
And tarps hang like a cloths on line and blow
In a wind that's drifted down from the north.
Homeless mice wander back and forth
Beneath and between these shared foundations
Brick and earth and cracks in the floors
And well fed cats that just look and ignore.
Little mouse I hear you and want to be kind,
And let you house here beneath my floor.
I admire your will to hide and eat and thrive
Amid the dangers that a mammal can't ignore.
I want to let you be and live and bide;
I think of my job, my house, and goods that subside
You make me believe that I could survive.