Classic Poem

my sonnet is A light goes on in
the toilet window, that's straight across from
my window, night air bothered with a rustling din

sort of sublimated tom-tom
which quite outdoes the mandolin-

man's tiny racket. The horses sleep upstairs.
And you can see their ears. Ears win-

k, funny stable. In the morning they go out in pairs:
amazingly, one pair is white
(but you know that) they look at each other. Nudge.

(if they love each other, who cares?)
They pull the morning out of the night.

I am living with a mouse who shares

my meals with him, which is fair as i judge.