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POETRY

Saturday, January 12

flittermouse



There is a mouse in the basket of dried wildflowers near the window. It is a wild mouse and she tries to entice it into view with sesame seeds and water laid in oyster shells at the base of the goblet shaped basket. She sees it only briefly through the cane. It likes violins from her radio. It tells her strange mouse secrets and runs through the straw stalks and flower dust making small noises. She leaves the window open for it to come and go.
One night she woke to see it climbing up a twig to the windowsill and watched it climb through the little hole in the screen out onto the ledge and as she pushed herself up to see where it would go next it grew wings under its fur from its shoulder blades and leapt out into the night.

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