Tuesday, May 28, 2013

THE WORLD DOESN'T END ~










We were so poor I had to take the place of the bait in the

mousetrap. All alone in the cellar, I could hear them pacing

upstairs, tossing and turning in their beds. "These are dark

and evil days," the mouse told me as he nibbled my ear. Years

passed. My mother wore a cat-fur collar which she stroked

until its sparks lit up the cellar.


__________________

Charles Simic



Houghton Mifflin, 2013