(This poem contains death.)
"Where am I
Where you can't use the eye?"
Left the question of the mouth
Of a tiny, grey mouse.
"Fear little mouse nothing,
Sight in this world is no more a thing."
Came the answer calm and quiet,
But did not reassure the mouse, not quite.
"Who are you?
Where are you?"
The mouse just couldn't rest.
Even if it seemed like in the darkness he's the guest.
Out of the darkness came a white cat.
So white, that it looked in fact,
As if it was a ghost
And acted in the darkness as a host.
"I'm here to guide you through darkness.
Though I'm a cat, I'm harmless.
Many souls I have helped through,
The only one aren't you."
"Am I dead
White cat?"
Again left the question of the mouth
Of the mouse.
"The only way I could help you
Was to take your suffering soul.
I know you still had years to live,
But seeing your pain, I couldn't leave."
"But I promise you
There won't be more pain to go through."
Said the white cat,
And after the darkness down he sat.
The little mouse looked back,
And saw the smile of the white cat.
A happy tear in the eyes of memories
As the mouse stepped into the light with no more worries.
