Fat Fluffy Field Mouse and Me
I believe in reincarnation more today than I ever have.
So when I spy a fat fluffy field mouse enjoying cat food,
I stamp my feet, encouraging her to run off.
She does not flinch, budge or stop devouring her treat.
Her tiny paws holding a kernel of Kibble like I hold my chips.
I say “Hi Dad,” knowing I am not going to hurt this creature.
I am in her world, outside, she is not in mine.
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