Bemused

Rat-a-tat, Rat-a tat-tat,

the mice crawl through the walls

 

You hear them best when lights are low,

the cat still yet to call

 

Rat-a-tat, Rat-a-tat-tat,

straight up and overhead

 

The world they know—the world you know,

conjoined but never bred

 

Rat-a-tat, Rat-a-tat-tat,

your solitude a ruse

 

What lies inside beyond plain sight

—a kinship to bemuse

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2020)

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