My Mouse Friend

Do you eat and blow air on my palm?
How do you conceit the scars it leaves behind?

You came in the mist of dead lamp
Whose eyes blinded by a cloud of soot
On a sooty stand above the sooty horizon

Would you come from your lair in our dead slumber
Eat and deficate on my pillows
Taint my bedding with yellow urine
And fan my palm?