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Poking up from the kitchen sink's drain, a big mouse's rump
Makes me jump.
Outside, an unidentifiable sound
Makes me turn around.
On the wrong side of the screen, a wasp-like thing:
I fear its sting.
The thought of the nearby bear, its track spotted by Larry, makes me fearful
But also cheerful.
In the front yard, a moth's fluttering dance
Has a seemingly unnecessary elegance.
Did anything enter in the night through the door we left open to the shed?
Dawn, please wake up. Don't stay in bed.
Now the sun's good and up. Birds call.
I'm no longer nervous at all.
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