A Trail of Gray Mice

A trail of gray mice scoot around the perimeter of the living room Staying close to their scout, hugging the walls as they turn corners I feel their fear, but admire their single file line and their stealth They stare at me. One turns and sticks her tongue out. I assume she is a she; they are usually the most aggressive of most species. I laugh and ask what they want for breakfast this morning. Feisty one points to the peanut butter jar. No surprise. Same as yesterday.