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Visiting the Mouse Again:
Headed out to grill, for nightly visit to mouse
Customary greeting, of bread dropped,
just outside his enclave.
Peeked his head out, nodded head like friends
meeting in street. No words spoken, until silence broken,
by speech, that so few comprehend.
“Mouse, unfair really. Chunks of safety, torn away, replaced.
Replaced with promises soon to be reneged, nothing new.
No question of devastating effect, just questions.
Questions of where to go, and what to do.”
I look into the eyes of the mouse, and they tell.
“Time passes, people pass, all passes, in time.
It never stops, never pauses, never considers.
Time does not compromise, merely continues
on its daily course. We are irrelevant.”
In our customary salute, to our solitary struggle,
against complacency, we nod our heads goodnight.
Nothing more need be said, the mouse understands.
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Posted by CheGregory on 2008-02-24 08:54:32 | Rating: | Views: 47
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