Rushed steps
in the night
between enjoyment of the Winter weather
and the wish to
reach the warmth of our home 

Under an old bridge
a sudden movement
close to the ground

We freeze
A little fellow
jumps into the crack of the stone wall

Its curiosity stronger than its fear
makes it climb down back to the ground
Furry small and round
Big bright eyes

For a moment it seemed
like it would run towards us to say hello
It stays on its side though
Searching the ground for something to eat

I wish I always had a piece of cheese in my pocket
Is it true that mice like cheese?