Dead Mouse Day by Katherine Freedman
Dead Mouse Day It was a dead-mouse-in-the-pool kind of day.
At the grocery store,
the ding of the cashier ringing up groceries, ominous.
On the way to work,
the cars sped too fast for country roads.
The kind of day where just as the sun breaks through,
the clouds pass it again.
So when I came home, I was not surprised
to see the limpid body in the pool.
the tiniest of corpses
could be the most tragic?
We must have been connected,
for I knew
it would be there waiting for me.