Busy little rodent.

Quickly passing by on some greater quest.

Are you searching for a lost friend,

a mate, a meal?

You seem so determined.

Unaltered by screeching tires, potential predators,

or obstruction.

I envy such purpose, such certainty.

A simple life of survival.

Perhaps you are not so different from us all?

Intelligence may not be such a blessing.

It allows us the ability to question our actions.

Doubt, mourn, long –

The simplest tasks made complicated;

partnered with guilt and remorse.