Mary Oliver, Poem 102: When Death Comes When death comes like the hungry bear in autumn; when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse to buy me, and snaps the purse shut; when death comes like the measle-pox; when death comes like an iceberg between the shoulder blades, …
Tag: mouse
Dead mouse (Stanley Park)
Rest In Peace little mouse, spotted on the side of the road in Stanley Park the other day.
What can I learn from the little mouse in the house…
T’was the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. – Clement Clarke Moore Well, maybe a few mice were. Since my beautiful cat, Violet, passed away, the mice have been showing up here and there. It makes sense in this 1929 building, a block from…