Night Bus

NIGHT BUS I recall that girl, she was a mouse Scurrying to and from daily work White furry coat on that cold day A cute little pink nose, trembling I wanted to cup her in my hand But alas, it was a chance I missed He was a brute, and sat nearby A black cat with piercing eyes She turned, and was intimidated I never heard him speak to her He reached out with his paw Showing a glittering cuff link A sense of danger was in the air She squeaked, scared at his touch He growled, almost with pleasure Whilst at the back, I only looked In the end, it was to be her or me And felt no shame, as I was a rat