Proust is my Friend

Proust is my friend
Speaking to me
In his verbose and
Convoluted way.

There is a richness
In his silent utterances
Arising from the pages
Of his opus
That speak to me
Causing a heartfelt response.

The Cat and the Rat

4am the cat tumbled through the window
With the strange muffled miaow
Of the victorious rat catcher
I try and sleep on
But the flipping motions and the
Thud of dead rat flying through
The air concentrates
My attention.

Oscar is very happy
The rat very dead
And my sleep disappeared
Grrrr

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