Little Big Miracle

The house was passed on from father to son for generations
But I felt myself older than its aged plank floors and stone walls.
The extra heater glowed like a giant burning cigarette head.
I was planning my transfer from time to timelessness
when the sudden rustle awaked me up.
I charmed the light to the room from the switch.
In the middle of the floor was a mouse with its
forelimbs up like it was caught red-handed.
I took pity on it and immediately turned the light off.

After that I didn’t reveal my pattering roommate.
I was taken a fancy to and fallen in love with
when it started to eat a tiny piece of cheese
I set for it between the wall and the oven,
first far away into the hole but step by step in sight.
Our life turned into my wanting for tomorrow
even without the spouse.

When my last semester was almost done
I found my friend’s lifeless body on the living room floor.
Its scarlet fur flamed in the sunbeams
which came from the little gap between the curtains.
I put it into the big matchbox and carried the coffin
across the waving meadow to the edge of the forest.
I dug the grave where the ground was full of wood anemones.
I was a qualified culture secretary and it was in the heart
of the earth remaining as my little big miracle.
© Yelling Rosa
2/5 –15

PS Happened in the eighties

Our Level

All the miracles come from the heaven
Except those who already are here.
They can be seen at our level.
Yelling Rosa
© Yelling Rosa
2/20 –15