disturbance

the claws scurrying across lino,
mousey poking at corners,
not three steps from your pillow,
disturbs like a bull charging at a gate –
which, incidentally, is what seems
to be happening in the flat below
your pacing, the racing – and when
quiet finally soothes your ears, light
peers around the edges
of the curtains.

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