Tonight I was waiting to head home on the 3 with another 20 people. Down at one end of the platform, three to four little creatures roamed about quickly. I edged past the intimate couple and spent ten minutes observing them, interfering with their lives only when one got too close. A quick tap of my heel sent him running.
Well here they are on the platform.
What are they doing up here?
They're so cute.
And dirty.
Why aren't they around the tracks?
Why don't they belong on the platform, too?
We carry diseases, too.
No, I'm not gonna pick one up.
Or feed them.
They are so little.
I wonder if they're hungry.
I wonder if they have dreams of living in the country.
I wonder if they're happy.
I wonder if they know of any other way of life.
Would I rather be a mouse or a human?
What's the difference?
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