Cat and Mouse
Like a welcome house guest, the little thing has made its way inside, and found some crumbs; and none else cares for these delicious scraps; the mouse nestles away, content a day. And never mind the cat, who prowls at night, (just when the mice themselves come out to scavenge), sometimes noticed too late; if not today, then chance tomorrow for another go. And why not, for the cat is always home, she knows her haunts, and looks suspiciously at anything that makes a noise, or moves; and hangs around wherever she's seen action- there in the hole it's found inside the wall, the mouse nestles away, content a day. And never mind the cat, who prowls at night.
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Our current perspective, in this very moment, is altered by everything we've ever experienced up til now, what happened years ago and what happened moments ago, and the accompanying thoughts. We are forever changing.
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