Friday, 20 May 2016

Of Mice and Moon.

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I can’t believe that the mice have moved in.

Well, I can in fact – I can hear them scrabbling across the floor and it is keeping me awake. Where is the cat now that I need one?

The moon is half something, full or empty I’m not sure, but entirely beautiful.

She too is keeping me awake, but I am happy to be sleepless for her.

Her light reminds me of your necklace, the night around her your graceful neck.

I would be sleepless for you too.

I need to rid this place of the mice, or I won’t be free to return.


You will always be here as long as the moon shines.

ab/79

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