lived a furry mouse.
A vacant room lie
on the loft above high.
The walls are thick
laden with red brick.
Made its own pillow
in termite torn willow.
The white main door
which was used before.
It was orderly kept
where a mouse now slept.
Once bright sunlit room
now filled with gloom.
In past, joyous tone
none remains, all alone.
None here to shed tears,
for resident of past years.
Isn't it strange?
How time swiftly change!
Prasenjit©2022
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