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DevotionOn the fifth of November I heard a loud shriekDevotion in Free Verse
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T'was a cry of despair, a baby mouse squeak
A mountain of angels came down from above
To hear of the racket, their beloved young's love.
An answer was met by a mole in a cape,
The angels did follow by the cloth at his nape.
Blindly the mole, carved in a pace,
Quicker than lightning, by the prod of Light's gates.
All of a sudden, from all sides around
The keeper was tapping on the bridge below ground
Hoping the moat bridge would lower to see
The baby mouse rescued from misery.
Near and far all did come
The termites surrounded,
Sworn by the sun;
A path they did trod,
From North to southeast
To the baby's fine call,
A bunion retreat.
Wrapped in a sock and carried inside
The mice were bewildered, by the aids' absence of pride.
"Come with me dear fellows, you brave souls at heart.
I'll bring you to heaven, the gates are apart."
The blind mole of cape, said "No, I must stay,
For the little one needs me, and the sea bird will slay."
Fight for the