Fluttering out of my bag,
simply bursting with bright energy,
was a tiny sprite
of a mouse,
which sprung from the flap
into the murk of my floor
never to be seen,
quoth the renter,
evermore.

How wondrous
the signs of life,
ever reaching,
ever changing!
How amazing
to see that,
despite the snap-traps of ancient commercials
and the glue boxes of the modern market
and deadly poisons of the Exterminator/Industrial Complex,
this gloriously minute cheese-eater
can find purchase in my home
and live
and thrive
for as long as she
and her family
may wish to.

Blessing upon you,
little mouse.
Nature loves you.
May you enjoy my home
until the best man wins.