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It Could Be Mice

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but perhaps there are small mysteries

chewing all night in the walls.


That tapping at the windows

could be rain

or some code we can’t transcribe—

The world, trying to send us a message.

In that case,

the harder it rains must mean

there’s so much more

the world wants to say.


Last night, the sound softened.

Rain turned into the season’s first snow.

We fell asleep puzzling over the translation.

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