The door creaks open
leaks air stained by stale
the wrong scamper here
feisty mice chitter on the floor
a squirrel’s fox-hued tail
whiskers circlets at my feet.
I wish these interlopers
into natural nests while
I re-wind the mobius strip
reel back my missing.
Morning lights a shadow
a lump of non-lustrous fur
somber as a bastard child
mourning jumps the bar.
quick watercolor by Sue
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