Listening
Marty sits in the darkness,
Listening.
He has gone through the inner catflap
Up to the locked outer,
And there he sits and listens.
He doesn't look through the window in the door,
He just listens.
Tiny kittens have enormous ears.
Growing kittens have enormous eyes.
Information absorbers.
Marty sits and listens.
The night has many voices
As I listen to Shostakovich's Tenth
And recognise Dmitri's initials.
Marty listens.
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