I Know nothing of men

I know nothing of men
I know absolutely nothing
Of those mysterious, weird, veiled
Locked closets

Dark rooms stuffed
With something I don't know what -
Black cats or of black ties
Eely and bright cuddle

If I set the rooms open
The cats might get gone
And what if the ties in a rush
Will eerily get at the door?

What shall I do then?
What shall I do in the dark?
What if the rooms have been empty?
What shall I do with this nothing?


/Mut-em-Enet, mystified by male behavior and still in bewilderment/