The Clock And The Mouse Poem by Not Long Left

The Clock And The Mouse

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the rickety,
ticking,
old oak clock,
tick-tocked,
lonesomely through
the cold old house.
silently
sneaking,
around
the dusty
damp floor,
a mouse,
furry and brown,
beady eyed and bony.

a clock and a mouse,
together in a desolate house,
one counting down the days,
the other,
eating up
the crumbs,
of left over memories

Friday, November 18, 2005
Topic(s) of this poem: eating,house
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