a mouse

august 9 2007

I spotted him when I was making a photo in the garden.

At first he didn't see me.

He was too bussy sniffing around,
looking to find a way to get off that huge container.

I guess he found his way there by hopping on it from a bycicle.

But the bike was gone.

On one side a prickly rose formed a natural boundary to his feelings of freedom.
On two other sides the gaping depth of distance were luring to eat him.

No there wasn't a cat at the fourth side.

He didn't even see me.

He just didn't know if he wanted to jump between the berriebranches that were moving in the wind.

Then he saw me.

His beadlike eyes glistened in the sun.

I guess I wasn't his type.

He looked again to the berriebranches.
Should he?
Would he?

Nearby a bird started to sing and disturbed his calm thoughts of an easy escape.

In fact, the bird startled him so much
that he jumped about 10 cm up
and then fell between the berriebranches,
got hold of one and jumped to freedom.

I don't mind mice.But my boys do!