Early one morning while putting on my socks,
I saw what appeared to be a mouse.
I watched intently for hours, it seemed,
It looked back at me, with mild curiosity,
then ran off into the hole in the wall.
It came back that night
while I was taking off my socks.
It was bigger, somehow,
and had antlers.
Mar 30, 2012
Mar 30, 2012 at 10:35 AM UTC
Early one morning while putting on my socks,
I saw what appeared to be a mouse.
I watched intently for hours, it seemed,
It looked back at me, with mild curiosity,
then ran off into the hole in the wall.
It came back that night
while I was taking off my socks.
It was bigger, somehow,
and had antlers.
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