Mice

Mice.

The first word
which came to my mind.

Helpless,
Surrounded
by traps.

Little living creatures
plenty of diseases.

From corner
To corner.

Hiding behind everywhere.

Death is stalking.

I hear them
running around up the ceiling,
behind the sofa.

I have been watching them
two nights in a row.
Looking how they leave
their hiding place.

But as soon as I make a sound
They disappear.

Insignificant rats
which, however,
want to live.

Curious.