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All Sewn up with Hooked Tail Flit
home is hollow breath
without the slinking specter—
soft as velvet dusk
with purrs woven into seams
egos stitched with hooked tail flits
a silent stalker
keeper of embers in flame—
you walk where you please
crowning your chosen lap place
with aloofness all at peace
every homely hall
lacks the thrum that makes it beat
until mystery
curls itself beside the soul—
omnipresent whiskered face
Copyright ©
John Anderson
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