An Explanation

Your dainty face was buried, nestled
like an egg in wool, an egg
warm and brown, you slept soft
with a still nose and whiskers.
But I was not still.
Alarmed I pounced, cat-like I caught
you as you dreamed.
Hastily, greedily I snatched
the warm depth, the soft folds
of the peaceful nest,
disturbed your quiet snores.

You see,
sweaters are not for mice.