With Us

Those church bells
Spending themselves,
Loud and reverberating,
Have become quite
Irritating, but I don’t
Mind that late train passing
Through, vibrating the night,
The headlamp light dashing
Across the hills like a mouse
Scurrying between the walls
Of our old and quiet house,
As if to kindly let us know
We’re not alone.

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