mice dreams
November 20, 2006
the mouse curls up
in her hidden nest
of paper and twine.
she dreams of your breath
while you lay traps near
her perfect droppings.
you lie in your bed
of cloth and stolen feathers
to dream of sudden death.
wrestling with congruency
the mouse curls up
in her hidden nest
of paper and twine.
she dreams of your breath
while you lay traps near
her perfect droppings.
you lie in your bed
of cloth and stolen feathers
to dream of sudden death.
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November 21, 2006 at 4:43 pm
Q — I love this. especially “your nest of /cloth and stolen feathers.” xo, BL
November 21, 2006 at 9:53 pm
BL, thank you for stopping by and for the positive comment. I am still without computer and therefore not in circulation as I once was. I will make the rounds soon.
(PS I re4vised this poem yet again, I have a tendency to rush into posting)
warm regards,
xo Q
December 14, 2006 at 1:40 am
rev2:
the mouse curls up
in her hidden nest
of paper and twine.
she dreams of your death
while you lay traps near
her perfect droppings.
you curl up in your nest of
cloth and stolen feathers
to dream of dead mice.