I wonder who it was…

Speaking of long-ago friends,
as a small child, sitting behind the sofa,
reading the book, THE RESCUERS

When Bernard, Miss Bianca and Niles met with the Norwegian Poet
(who they had saved from an ungodly hell)
to say Good-Bye,
the Poet leaned down and gently placed his finger
on top of Niles’ head. Well, after all, he WAS a Poet,
and Mice who stand on their hind legs
and speak intelligently did not “startle’ him.

Niles, a sailor, was also Norwegian.
The Poet suggested that they meet in Oslo
and “Make a proper night of it.”

Years later, I realized the voice I heard
had a British accent, a “brogue”,
not Norwegian.

I wonder who it was.

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