The Mouse

Today I was on a run

When I saw her next to him

His breathing heavy, eyes closed, barely alive

Sprawled on the middle of a side walk

“What’s going on?” “How did this happen?”

A million thoughts swirled through my head

“Is he going to be alright?”

Swiftly, with the grace of a dancer

She guided his fragile body into her hands

Cradling him like a baby

Standing up with him swaddled in her arms, she spoke in a whisper:

“Thanks for stopping, just to make sure everything was alright”

“No problem”, I panted

And ran off

Thinking of the mouse,

and hoping he’d be alright,

the entire way home.