cityfieldmouse

how do you name the city fieldmouse? mouse? mouse? mouse? mouse? elders chase them into the street, hurling obscenities and shoes and pans and flower pots. broad anger, tiny target. they always miss. the recently young lift their feet to allow them to pass; tension above this smallness; mimicking Disney elephants. play for the actually young and play for the cats end in deaths un- and intentioned. flit around and puff the cheeks under false lights. squeak away. disappear.

There are so many in Union Square when the sun is setting!