A Small Squeaking Rodent

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It took a while to thaw from the water in the local lake. I went for a swim, fighting the frustration of having no goggles, and the size of the waves with strong strokes. I did swim only halfway down the buoys on the second lap because the wind picked up and I got tired of sighting into an oncoming wave. I'm quite sure once, I managed to slosh water underneath my eyelid, and it felt quite uncomfy.
This evening, I was invited over by the Gracious Chan-Chans. Their children are beautiful, and the icecream man knows just how to make their eyes light up with his aesthetic and tasty concoctions.
Just got home and was inspired to walk on a calm beautiful night, with RENT in my ears. The path is approximately an equilateral triangle, most of which I walked granite gutter/sidewalk mix. The 12:47 it took me to complete the circuit included the aiding and abetting the torment of a small squeaking rodent.
Leg one of Triangle: I was excited to see the feline, missing my two, so I whistled for it to come. Tried speaking English, then converted to German, which is when the kitty perked up. But it's attention was focused less on me than my focus on it. Then, as I sat down to lower my profile and decrease my shadow, something squeaked, and the scene became suddenly clear. The itty rodent tried hopping a wall which would be like me vaulting a three-story building. Then it saw something half way in the street under which it could hide, preempting a sprint to the safety of the other side of the road. It sprinted, and panted under my leg! I'm glad for the tight-pants fashion over here, which prevented the thing from shimmying up against my unshaven legs. But I couldn't sit there all evening, and the cat anticipated the running trajectory of the mouse, so I felt a bit guilty getting up to let it run into the open paws. But the cat just wanted to play, so the mouse slipped through the goalie feline to the relative safety of the grass and bushes. I looked behind me to see the cat vault the fence, and could only wonder at the fate of the two.
Leg Two of Triangle: The walk was made much more comfortable and channeled in the granite gutter. It was four blocks in width, set into a shallow, concave layout.
Leg Three: Most of the way there lays a graveyard with gravestones crushing down on ancestral remains. There were numerous small lights and flowers scattered about. It would be one hell of a place to play hide and seek. Towards the end of the leg (I live quite near a vertex), there was a bench in front of a house. The bench should've been in a park, and would be perfect for the rolling of marbles, and the racing of cars down its inclined slats.
RENT's music really has me intrigued, and has caused me, for the last few days, to immerse myself in its harmonies, poignancy, and lyrics like the welcoming water in a jacuzzi. I'm determined to learn all of it to sing to myself on dark days when the rain doesn't seem adequately thick reflect my disposition.