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Of mice

The beat and tap of mischievous toes, 

round cheeks curving out from under black glass.

Direct 

and unswervingly curious, 

a maze of straight lines, a forest of soaring pine. 

I once called you a stick in the mud 

but I think now,

that should have been branch. 

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