I really enjoyed this. I was just about to drift when the poem let me know that we'd only been tuning up thus far. The mad earful of what follows is just what the doctor ordered, and the metrical blips of the little double coda are a pitch perfect finale.
Listening to the house at night is such a vivid memory of mine that I suspect this one has that universal appeal that's necessary for a children's poem. The child in me certainly recognized it. S3 seems almost a mad lullaby for the child who'll never entirely fall to sleep in the adult.
Nemo
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