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in the garden of surprises
Moomin musing
almost every creature one of a kind
some sinister however
all on a sudden whim
it’s fear drives
of course this is just an excuse
steam from ears after, settle
door stood open
top hat leans
a stick
and a bell for supper
someone asleep is a cat
come again
to sofas and chairs that all say sink in
it’s here you will read a way
out of this, out of any other day
smell that?
delicious
our house is a nonsense of lost stairs
of chimneys for tunes
clouds leant in, long views
there’s a basement of lathes and saws and drills
where the house still demands to be built
most magical
sky where a window is gone
mountains as far as the sea
but hold onto your tails
something always happens!
great forests must require a ladder
and a moon may be still higher
there is a storm for us to be in
you might grow little horns
or whiskers anywhere
we’ll have to make a map
everything is so open eyed
some days on fire or elsewhere
does anyone know how to swim?
arriving at the deepest place
it’s the height of the world impresses most
the stilts on which we go
and so the care of other creatures
must have read about themselves and the flood
that’s how this predicament
watch! falling to Earth
one escapes at the last
pursued, at least observed
climbing to a star on top of the tree
and some are swept up with a broom
none know what Christmas is
one goes just by harmonica
rescue required
and after it all
there will be a great feast
there is always a banquet for home
