Victoria couch station does not go
To sleep.
It's not even a one third of an aesthetic
But poets make frogs into princes so
...
I see the becoming in change. The
Comfort of being taken to a
Known destination not needing
To know the way.
It happens only in travels like that.
I see the becoming in repetition. A
Man sweeping the floor yet another time.
He is watching people like mouses.
Running
About their business not knowing
Why.
A constant of life in a place as busy as an
Ant house.
This place does not go to sleep. Lights colour it's windows
To scare away the ghosts of rest.
Stillness is a demon unable to possess.
A mouse, after mouse, after mouse. But what happens when
A mouse snaps out
Of this ?
poetic mouse channeled Coleridge
no one noticed
he channeled Poe
Ravens roosted next to his missive
unfortunately,
his muse Thoreau
would not let him
beat them off with a broom
a tiny mouse asked God for one wish.
she wanted to be a kitty cat for a day.
God loved mouse, for she was kind.
She woke up the next day sporting a pink tiara.
slumbering away in a field of glitzy fragrant roses.
“Cat!” her relatives screamed, running away.
Cats and Mouses.
A little piece of advice is
For those who have got mouses
In their respective houses.
The cat knows where the mouse is.
If the cat doesn't know where the mouse is
The mouse knows where the cats is.
Which is how the cats and mouses
Share their respective houses.
Barry Stebbings
March 2016.
DEAD CATS AND DEAD MOUSES!
-Dharga Nagar Safa
Cat catches rat-
I learned then!
Copycats mouse-
My child learns now!
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