Above the ceiling, below the roof.
Outside the wall, inside the siding.
For now it’s just a sound; a nuisance at night.
The mouse may as well be digging at my pillow.
I bang with a broom to warn the noisy neighbor. Stop!
(Repeat.) He runs the maze of my sounds, he knows
The walls are thicker than my resolve,
But for me, they grow thinner
An eager nose,
On the flats,
At the corners.
He breaks through in the pantry:
Spilled sugar, chewed boxes, no prints.
Long-expired goods veiled the entrance,
Where the foundation settled and shifted,
A slight weakness (with a little patience).
Despondency gets at a man,
Same as a mouse gets at a home.