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The place is crawling
Cats, dogs, hamster, children,
flies,spiders, ivy, wisteria.
Light stabs through the windows
A low lazy winter light
That shivers and fades
And can barely come up with a decent shadow
Yet the wind sings, the heating hums,
The activity borders on the frantic
Radios and stereos hiss
The too-often forgotten atoms float everywhere
Minute crowds of clouds, churning and eddying like a great soup
Bubbling
Crawling with life.