Shadow of a Mouse
Last night,
a spirit moved along the ceiling...
I followed it
through cat eyes.
It moved slowly
like a winter spider
or Sower in an oil painting.
Was it a surveyor from heaven,
a hell-sent scout
or just a mousy dream
shuffling
beyond a shadow of doubt.
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