The ghosts of mice
are real
that almost glimpse
that sound you can’t quite hear
the stillness of a cat
The ghosts of mice are discrete
they only take what can’t be missed
and leave no droppings
The ghosts of mice like to sing
a faint hum
behind the walls
warning of encroaching mold
they say the ghosts of mice
come out at night
to fix our broken dreams
humming us back to sleep
in a memory of tiny hands
are real
that almost glimpse
that sound you can’t quite hear
the stillness of a cat
The ghosts of mice are discrete
they only take what can’t be missed
and leave no droppings
The ghosts of mice like to sing
a faint hum
behind the walls
warning of encroaching mold
they say the ghosts of mice
come out at night
to fix our broken dreams
humming us back to sleep
in a memory of tiny hands