the mice
are looking for
a way in,
satchels
on their small
grey backs.
searching
for a hole
in the brick
or wall,
the loose
board
along
the flashing.
in hats
and gloves
they are
refugees
from the cold,
crossing over
into the warmer
climate
of your abode.
Sunday, November 18, 2012
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