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other creatures than
we are
swoop
inhabiting the heart
there is no time in them
but do, loll, gorge
make whimsy
some hum
with all there is to us
and stammer out the names
greet, meet
and often we delete
spiders to praise
and cockroach kill
like medicine
and sticky
we solemnly chase poison rats
and paper wasps that way
bats of night
in the fruited palm
fat with hanging just there
some decided
against their heads
and some could not go
but on with the dark
what a racket they all are
sing soul to say
as may be
some speak
of far away
kamikaze kookaburra
crashes into my window of morning
other creatures than I am
make forest with me
breathe
in a possible shower
ex tropical too
are crawling up
and climbing me
some run to fur
and some are skerrick
tuneful to be lit
and in another time zone
some pale
with what’s to come
black cockies call in
blare to be bright
the powerful owl
will have your brains
and call her midnight
breakfast
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