Monday, 20 April 2009
a house for a mouse
this was my dads blue dresser when he was a little boy.
it is very old, handmade and very heavy..
it waits in america for me because it doesnt like to fly.
one day when my dad was about 8
he was sitting on his bed looking at it.
he had left the bottom drawer open...
suddenly a little mouse popped up over
the drawer edge and looked up at him,
sniffed, and then disappeared.
when i was little i used to sit and stare at it
waiting for that mouse to pop out and say hello.
he never ever came though.