Missing (Minimoog, Pt 2)

Milne made

more sense

to me

and a missing mouse

was easier

for me

to grasp

than an imposing shadow

no matter how loose

or friendly

"Missing"

was a state I knew

not just

from hide and seek

but from misstep

and getting lost

and not knowing how

to be found

so I found
in Milne
someone safe
and caring
and engaged
in the quest
to find the mouse
and me
and others again

"Missing" began
with a question
as the best songs do
breaking silence
not with an announcement
but a plea
an appeal
an invitation
to join in
and share meaning

Has anybody seen my mouse?

I opened his box for half a minute,

Just to make sure he was really in it,

And while I was looking, he jumped outside!

I tried to catch him, I tried, I tried….

I think he's somewhere about the house.

Has anyone seen my mouse?

Uncle John, have you seen my mouse?

Just a small sort of mouse, a dear little brown one,

He came from the country, he wasn't a town one,

So he'll feel all lonely in a London street;

Why, what could he possibly find to eat?

He must be somewhere. I'll ask Aunt Rose:

Have you seen a mouse with a woffelly nose?

He's just got out…

Hasn't anybody seen my mouse?

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