The Mouse In The Corner

I am the mouse in the corner Clicking and clacking, skeleton's teeth My worries scuttle under rocks Trying to stay out of sight My masks change frequently Mechanical as clocks Time ticks by. I don't do family quarrels I'd rather stand alone and watch the rain I grow afraid of steep stairs, slippery ice, But I remain as punctual as a train After happenings I need a day to recover For the sediment to settle I dislike fuss and bother Life gives no chance to edit out mistakes Grief has no grave, it dogs me constantly Daily tasks are my little pegs of normality So late, so late I learn what I should have held dear I am the mouse in the corner Knowing the cat draws near