In the cave came a sound
Expert knew it was wing
Wing of bat; got scared
Not of wings that flapped
Not of bats; flew around
But the mass: 'So many, '
Sheep and goat
Rat and mouse
And the moss
Thought own ways
'Each friend, '
Rumi said,
'Talks of me in own way.'
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