Mousling (ie doesn’t fit on this blog but I did something so…)
Mousling, mousling oh so smallYou are barely there at allYet when you squeak you must be heardWho made this contrast, so absurd? Was it in the black of nightWhere eyes were formed, so button bright?Who rolled your tail thin and long,Curved and fluid like a song? And what tender hand and giftCould make your movements […]
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