A frog and some mice

There is a frog in our bathroom,

every bit the cliche of a frog - slimey skin and beady eyes.

Every bit a cliche of a frog but for the croaking.

He looks as surprised as we do every time we enter the bathroom.

We both forget each other, except when the bathroom door opens.

There are mice in our home,

mice like you've never seen before - tiny, furry balls of energy.

Mice like you've never seen before but for the incessant gnawing.

They look as unsurprised as we do, when we almost trample one on the stairs, or touch one's tail when reaching for a book, or watch the scurry carrying kitchen scraps.

We all know each other, a little too close for comfort.

There is a frog in our room that we always forget.

There are mice in our home that we hardly remember.

And we all live our lives

sometimes surprised

sometimes indifferent.