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,
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.