Attic

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Whispers in the hall
Tennessee shuffle
Outside the attic vent
Scrabbling ceiling fly dancer
Rolls his faceted eyes
And licks his sticky feet
Someone hums a whinny tune
Don’t listen to
Those spiders whispering
In the hall
There is no clogger
Near the vent
Don’t listen to
Anything at all
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Dust motes carry
Soft moonlight
In tiny faerie cups
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Bear … o9.10.2015
ⓒBearspawprint2015
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