It\u2019s winter. Everything is cold\u2014the weather,
\nthe car, my bones. The days turn dark too early.
\nWe\u2019re in the car going down Sunset Drive,
\nand the street light turns red. Cars are backed up<\/p>\n
and moving slow. The wipers plod across
\nthe windshield. We\u2019re stopped, waiting
\nfor the light to change, when out pops
\na deer mouse from under the hood. <\/p>\n
She comes up near the wipers, so
\nI turn them off. She looks at me with her large
\nblack eyes, nose wiggling, cute, before she jumps
\nquick into the warmth of the engine. The light <\/p>\n
changes. I worry the she\u2019ll die on the hot engine,
\nor in the fan, or on the windshield because
\nI might need to use the wipers soon. Or
\nmaybe she\u2019ll try the traffic. We drive off slow,<\/p>\n
turn into the church parking lot on the corner.
\nI get out, look under the hood. No sign of a mouse.
\nI\u2019m pretty sure she let herself out in the lot.
\nMaybe she\u2019ll make a new home in the church. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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