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Saturday encased
in listening
in a building crenellated
in tin fins
they tear across the headwind
every now and then I hear
a bolt slip
new brutal
life
don't want you here
I smell the fires in the foyer
Tuesday they've drifted
down the coast
locusts
run before them
insult to injury
this big ginger cat
that makes me shame
every time I explain he's
a Maine coon cat
he and the chihuahua
have a hold of this hoppy interloper
ears up tails wagging
swishing at this enthusiastic
plaything
they mistake
fighting for your life
with ruckus
shits n giggles
the government of animals
this pair at least will eat it
when they are done
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