All is quiet it seems
A little blustery perhaps
With snow tap tap tapping
Against the window
Like a bird feather fluttering
You hear the cat breathing
In his sleep
And the clock keeping time
In the empty kitchen
Gives permission
To the fridge to whir
Down to silence
Then there is real quiet
The kind where the mice are heard
Turning over in their sleep.
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