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He flattened himself, slid under the door,
Pancake-wise,
Then reinflated on the other side.
He followed the angle ‘tween wall and floor
As around the edge of the room he crept,
A little gray ghost with his nose ahead,
A dark silent shadow melting, melding
Shape-shifting,
Almost invisible as he progressed
Towards the room where the food was kept.
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©Denise G Allen, 26 January 2013 10:53
The idea for this one came from Brian Miller’s cranial mouse nest, lol!
http://www.waystationone.com/2013/01/meetingthebar-flos-on-stool-being.html
