Robert Bly





A Conversation With a Mouse

One day a mouse called to me from his curly nest: 
“How do you sleep? I love curliness.”

“Well, I like to be stretched out—I like the bones to be 
All lined up. I like to see my toes way off over there.”

“I suppose that’s one way,” he said, “but I don’t like it. 
The planets don’t act that way—nor the Milky Way.”

What could I say? You know you’re near the end
Of the century when a sleepy mouse brings in the Milky Way.