the mice

the mice
are everywhere.
they are winning.
boldly they come
out at night
and sit in front of
you, begging to
be chased, knowing
how slow and old
you are.
the mice are
winning.
they work all day
at letting more
mice in.
unlatching doors,
making holes
in the walls.
soon, they will ask
you to leave,
or drag you out by
your feet.
your life is always
changing at
the wishes of smaller
things.