Circus Mice - Feb. 21, 2025

after dinner dog walk

street, dead quiet

a dry leaf cartwheels over the road

to Oliver, it’s a circus mouse

till he pounces and the flakes

scatter in the breeze

I laugh

think I’m much smarter

following expectations

one tumbling

after the next

never realizing

if it had eyes and a tail

there’d be no need

to pursue