The Mouse Poem by Jan Sand

Speeding down the road at sixty klicks,
The tires hiss across the mist of summer rain,
Water craters, bursting fields of instant flowers
Blooming, gone, blooming, gone, blooming -
A hydroflorilogical bombardment.
A moment's distance up ahead
A mouse comes into sight,
Leaping, twisting, flopping, turning, leaping,
Frantic desperation,
Threading inbetween the falling water balls.
Hoping, trying, hoping, trying, hoping.
Then, in a flash -
Beneath the car.