• A mouse scampers across the field.
    Or, is it a rat?
    Am I a sinner? Am I a saint?
    It doesn't matter anymore.

    My owl peers from the sky.
    Should I call it down?
    Is it an owl or is it a crow?
    It doesn't matter anymore.

    When will my talons come?
    I need warmth.
    One last comfort from my killer.
    Do I deserve such a favor?

    I'm just a mouse.
    I scamper across the field,
    The Field of Lost Dreams and Broken Hearts.
    I don't matter anymore.