It's winter
and in my heart
there is a
mouse in the walls
I can hear it
chewing at frayed edges
gathering straw
scratching at the foundation
hiding in the fringe
I know it's there
but
I
can't
quite
see
it.
It's winter
and in my heart
there is a
mouse in the walls
I can hear it
chewing at frayed edges
gathering straw
scratching at the foundation
hiding in the fringe
I know it's there
but
I
can't
quite
see
it.
Less like ratatouille, more like ew get outta here
