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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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