In this dream, I was catching mice
playful, pleasant little white mice
all around the kitchen of my childhood home.

They would dart from corner to corner
and I smiled and laughed as I caught them
gently in my hands, one by one
or occasionally two at a time
and they smiled back, laughing and squeaking...

At first I kept the caught mice in the
kangaroo pocket of my sweater,
but feared they might be suffocating in there,
so I began transferring them from the pocket into
some sort of kitchen container. It wasn't until
I was putting the last two mice in, that
I realized the container was a little oven of
some sort, and all but the last two mice
lay dead in heaps,
little crispy brown mouse corpses.

The last two mice sat dying,
cooking alive, and crying gently,
sitting amongst thei charred friends,
softly whispering to each other about the
hopes and dreams they had had in life
as they died together.

Then I woke up
and there was a moth on my window.
It was enormous, and white with brown spots.