The house is quiet this early.
A mouse steps out behind the bookcase,
looks up at me, then slips
around the corner. He has things to do
and must do them.
That much, at least, we have in common.
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
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I always enjoy your poems...little nuggets of mindful presence that bring a smile. :)
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