Company

There is a mouse in my kitchen
but I am not afraid.
He is hungry
and scurrying to remain
out of sight.
I don't wish to impose
an end to his life,
nor would I wish
an end imposed on mine
because of a desire
to sate my hunger.
I sit alone at my table
but I no longer
hear those tiny paws.
I eat in silence
and watch the steam
rise above my mug
of coffee as it dissipates
into the cold air.