Some more poetry ❤️

Sitting next to an angel, and trying to think why her

Pounce, pounce, pink mouse poetry, her good soul,

Claws my thought, when I’m next to an angel, when

My thought’s a pink mouse, and pink mouse an angel,

And thought follows in twists and turns, falls upon itself,

And I pink mouse, angel and thought, placed in this

House, my soul, goes, g, into poetry, flying away with thee