Last night I met a mouse

You know the kind. Small and cute; if it was a few pounds heavier it would probably be cuddly. Nice little guy. I fed him some horse sausage.

This morning I walked out onto the terrace and found the entrails, hind legs and tail (all still attached if that matters) of a mouse sitting in front of the door. Some cat had a nice snack. Needless to say, it was with great sadness that I scrapped “it” up and tossed it onto the neighbor’s field.

A few moments ago (while adding something else to the neighbor’s field) I noticed a mouse in the same place as last night and now I’m wondering: was the corpse a gift or a threat?

Everything has a meaning.