 Die Fledermaus
late at night i lie awake and wonder
if she's still up there
hanging around
or if she's out catching dinner.
she's living in my attic.
i didn't invite her,
nor intentionally entice her,
but there she is.
by day, she doesn't occupy my thoughts.
there are plenty of other things to consider.
and by nightfall i've once again forgotten
to call an exterminator.
here i am again restlessly tossing and turning
and then lying still,
listening intently for a sign of her presence
and wondering if she's really there.
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