Classic Poem

i'd think “wonder

if” if
i were a
child “we can see a bat in this
twilight”)
there one is

look

how it goes like a dream

(and between houses,really a kind of
mouse)but he has little wings
and here's my
hotel this is the
door(opening it i

think things

which
were supposed to
be out of my
reach
,they are like
jam on the shelf everybody guessed

was too high)

look
(it's back again there therehere
And)i say “won't you”(remembering)
knowing that you
are afraid “go first” of dreams and little

bats & mice(and


you,
you say “let's” going in
“take
hands” smiling “coming up
these dark stairs.