The Church Mouse

Hidden in the back corner, away from lights and noise and “We’re alive and running to the world!” Scared. Timid. Shaking Backing away from crowds or a friendly gesture alone in her own back row. Eye contact backs her further and further into her hole. Crowds of friends terrify her, But crowds of strangers, Desolate and broken, Offer solace and intrigue. Tiny. Frail. Alone. Roaring about nothing. Roaring, to a half interested crowd. I wouldn’t have believed it either. But I was there.