A Friend of a Mouse

A Friend of the Mouse Outside on the bottom wall of an old house I saw a tiny mouse, picked it up it didn`t offer resistance I looked the small life with wonder It had lungs, eyes, a beating heart just like me, and a brain too But of course its world view was From a perspective of the place it occupied the election of Trump not its concern and the feeding frenzy of the mass media, The hysteria and wrong conclusions not to forget the hatred Of those who thought they deserved to win. I put the mouse down, it disappeared into a hole, and it will Perhaps say to its friend:” God held me in his hands but let Me, go in peace I feel blessed.”