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O little mouse, why dost thou cry
While merry stars laugh in the sky? - Sarojini Naidu



Wee brisket.
Gray fodder.

Thou art today tossed down
fat with grain.

Teeth sing to poison, 
paws dance behind walls
taunting cat's tongue and 
my impatient demand 

'gainst thy nightly 
gnaw gnaw 
gnawing


Now brace for leaves.

Tossed from back porch to woods
thy ballet's done, bitter fey.

Sun's up, swan song, 

The cat play thee for a meal! 

Wheel the poison again! 

Swell fellow's passed on! 

Reel, poison, reel! 
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