The Mouse

The Mouse

By Catherine Sawers

I’m sorry officer, I don’t have

my registration

a rodent hopped in my car while

on a camping vacation

She ate anything made of paper

in the glove compartment

especially anything from the

transportation department

For example, here is a handful of

registration confetti

that lay in the wake of the gnawing

field mouse teeth

A perfect track of tooth marks

circling every bit of refuse

is the sole remnant of forensic

evidence

If anything, give the field mouse

a citation for destroying

government-issued documents and

then fleeing the scene.