listening to his own heart as
the desk talks of a life of children, crayons and colour
and the pen walks across the page as though to speak
a life of his own
the computer prioritizes his day
and the candle files the darkness to a dull gleam
as the moose types staccato footprints across the highway
the hat juggles for position on top of massive curls
and the bowl listens to the rustle of the cereal
as the cat lists her complaints with a disdainful twitch of her tail
and adds menace with her eyes
while the dog telegraphs his message to the waiting pole.
The fish lays quite still at the bottom of the pond

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