My brain wouldn't let me sleep before this one, so a third poem: Hidden

I feel more seen in the in between
than where night touches or the sun might gleam.
That's where we meet, in twilit dream,
as we drift slowly through this seam.
Like a mouse in the wall, hidden from view.
Living by creeds set by you, and me, and you.
We stick to grass, fresh as morning dew.
We watch the world roll by as morning comes,
the world awakes in bustle and in hums.
We slink away, leave nothing but crumbs.
We're sure mice will feast before those are seen.

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