Jacob Boyd

A Temporary Mouse

I saw something on the brink of yesterday. Although it hid from me. I saw what I could only take to be the end of my search. Something perfect, yet it was as fragile as the thin branches of a tall tree. It was something I yearned for, but hated with all of my will power. It ran from me, but I chased it, I dove from high above. My ears twitched at the slightest movement made by the little creature. As I dove I thought to myself. Is this really my livelihood? To chase, and never be chased. What’s the point of hunting if there is no excitement of being hunted. I would love to hide, deep beneath the snow and run through tunnels to feel the thrill of escape. I sometimes wish I wasn’t born to lurk in the trees. I wish I was given the excitement of being hunted, just for once. But perhaps I truly did have the sufferer’s life. I was the one responsible for killing. Maybe, it’s the strong ones who really feel the most pain. I can’t say much on this topic, I’m not a very learned owl.