"Protege"

  when this place lost it's warmth, I really can't say

   It's been a week's time since I moved back in

when this place lost it's caress, could have been any day

It's been five dreary moons since I discovered in mammal form

                             My protege

 when night began to overun the day, I really can't say

          It's been six suns watching my loneliness

       and attempt to take in for my simplest needs

              play out in the life of my protege.

It's been seven winds since my old roomate left with his wife

     And to myself once a spirited but empty house

It's been one snap that a peanut butter and a copper/wooden trap

   caused the death of my protege a young field mouse.