tired out; though today was a good time away from things.
the rabbit and i,
went to the animal farm
and had a good talk
then impromtu swimming
and caught an hour of sun,
then dinner and chilling out
good talk, good company
but as usual, the night creeps on
and ends, quite as usual these days
on a bad note
so here i am,
broom stick in hand,
trying to sweep at the eerie cobwebs
of my metaphorical room.
enough, enough--
i just need to be quiet.
what happens when the cat goes to sleep
and the mice are out of its reach?
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