dead mouse

there are days
when
it's hard to accept
nonsense.
suffering fools
gladly
is not your cup of
tea
this day.
you shake your head
and groan
at what the world brings.
the grey limp
body
of a dead mouse on the door step.
the guilty
cat in the street pawing
licks
against his ear.
one good word, one good
kiss.
one good embrace
is all you need to get you
through
the night and into the next
day.