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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=460048" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Hickory, dickory, deconstructed dock...</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">and the maker of the case<br>had given it rudimentary legs<br>with a little space between them and the floor<br>and though the case was of finest polished<br>hickory-wood, he’d not given much valued time <br>to the cheap wood of the interior shelf<br>below the shining weight swinging to and fro<br>on the pendulum..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you don’t often catch a mouse climbing; <br>but the philosophy of all scavengers large and small<br>is ‘you never know…’ – the floor is the first place, but<br>the table top may hold hidden treasure<br>on its fertile plain; and though this strange<br>upright monster of furniture didn’t seem<br>promising to a twitching whiskered nose, <br>you never know… Though the gentlemice<br>are the family’s scavengers in chief, the ladymouse<br>can be desperate with all those little mouths to feed…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we’ll never know whether it was a scrabble<br>up the rough side of that hickory-wood case, or<br>cunning deft paws thrust between the links of chain…<br>she gained the top shelf, where the strange mechanism<br>moved as discreetly as a mouse, above the ticking cogwheel…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and then, like some mighty god of fearsome justice and revenge, offended at this presumption…this hubris, <br>to be punished, as Prometheus, as Icarus –<br>a whirring of the metal monster<br>shook the case and mouse; then – a sonic boom, <br>shattering Minnie’s ears – but more, shattering<br>her tidy universe, at exactly one-o-clock in Green Witch time…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">one tiny, traumatised ladymouse –<br>the childmice fed and put to bed -<br>snuggled close to her gentlespouse that night: <br>‘what’s it all about, Mickey? ’ who<br>yawning, half-awake: ‘Search me, kid…’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">she, laying awake that night, filled with more curiosity<br>than it needs to kill a cat; filled with unmousely thought<br>(by which that godly evolution works its mysterious metamorphoses…) <br>wishing ‘even if I were reborn as<br>the most timid human being, I’d like to know<br>what it’s all about…’ and too much cheese<br>tossed her sleep between harsh nightmare dreams…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">* *</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>… she may work in your office, or the firm’s up there<br>above the factory floor.. that tiny spinster of uncertain age, <br>large round eyes behind small round wire-rimmed glasses, <br>eyes which however seldom meet your gaze…<br>water-cooler gossip, calling her Miss Mouse, <br>idly wonders where she goes <br>and what she does, at end of day…<br>back, we guess, to an ailing widowed mother who<br>resents her daughter going out to work, <br>but knows the money must be earned…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">then, mother put to bed, she reads (and yes, <br>Beatrix Potter’s on the shelf above, <br>next to the clock her father made for her…) : <br>scared of mice, of course, yet<br>feeling a strange affinity; remembering<br>as daughters do, her beloved father<br>whose clockmaker's posture, back bent, <br>arms and hands ready for his intricate work, <br>she has inherited, as she holds her Beatrix Potter<br>cocoa mug between her delicate, <br>timid, pink, deft, humble yet <br>secret-strong, little paws…</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a><div class=q>
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