Miss or Mister Mouse Poses for a Portrait
Shall I call the mouse an it? That It was a he or she, probably matters
not. He or she or it, this mouse just sat at noon in the middle of a
sidewalk, looking handsome and content. It was not eating, which is
what I thought might distract it from noticing an approaching human.
The sidewalk was quiet and there was no traffic, no car, bus, or foot.
I wondered if the mouse sat so still because it was sick or injured.
Maybe I had startled it and the mouse chose to stay still, hoping I
would not notice it, gray against a gray sidewalk.
A couple watched me from ten yards away, as I knelt and asked the mouse
for permission to take its photograph. I took no answer as approval or
at least acquiescence.
It posed, by way of not moving. I took the shot and was happy with the
image. The mouse sat still, it was looking at me, otherwise it did not
move. I thanked it for being such a good subject and turned to walk on.
I was more concerned that the mouse hadn't moved, seemed to accept my
visit. I took a step forward, then turning again I saw the couple
approach the mouse, reaching to pet it, to judge if it was alive and not
a toy or stuffed animal.
The mouse shot off down the sidewalk, diving into a grating.
Paris 2017 #76