we have no agreement to meet
but we do
as
some nights
wandering into lit rooms
she pauses staring,
starting when I'm startled but
she never runs. Turning and walking away
she's resigned to my presence.
I've become part of her
search for food.
I like this mouse
and cannot fault her for
her bravery
or desperation.
She arrived just in time
for my final days in this home,
around the time my anxiety was highest,
waiting for a visa.
I think of her as a companion,
searching
as we both are
for something
to sustain us.
