mousy raze i found it near the back door where concrete kisses cased opening, damp and dead and dense with dirt. i stooped to get a closer look at the luckless mouse. i was thinking about a suitable spot to lay it to rest when the wind sent it spinning away from me. it was only a leaf made shabby enough by its senescence to lie to my eyes. petiole tail. wrists rimed with lukewarm rain. somehow sadder than the thing i thought it was before the soft reveal. i plucked it from the path that takes me home and peered into the filthy mirror of its frayed face. i strained to hear what it had to say. then i let it blow_away. 260312 what's it to you? who go blather from