Sunday morning, final entry.
Dream: D and I drive across the
Canadian border, someplace _____,
in a small convertible.
On the way over, I put a quarter tank in.
As we crossed, the automatically filled
we didn't have enough cash.
     Alarm goes off.

A small dog barks violently somewhere
in the distance, Makes you wonder.

Thursday: call came from Canada:
"I'm coming down."
A mouse held up the plane, and the
family came down Saturday.
"Thank god for male neighbors,"
she said, having had left
  rat poison for the invader.
Carrots and bits of apple
   were all the evidence she needed
  of  a small family gone awry
      in the drawer full of tea towels.

Two mice in three weeks.
   what's so terrifying
       about flesh and bone
  a fraction of your size?

Somehow I think the mice have won
  with their simple thievish ways
       slipping under the government
          radar and out with the
      government cheese.
The trick, as we all know,
   is knowing when to arrive
     and when to leave.