From Her Burrow

Home is her sanctum,
a private retreat nobody enters,
only she ever steps through the door.
If someone appeared seeking admittance,
she would be mortified if they saw
the detritus of sugar binges, of chips,
of wrappers of all types.
If no one sees, she can pretend
she doesn't wear the evidence
for the world to see when she
pokes her nose into the world
playing the perfect image of a mouse.