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Animal stories

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THE COCKROACH

Glossy like old wood
From between drawers your stealthy eye watches me,
Bearing survival like an ocean ship
That slips between dimensions of movement
And I oblivious to your pedigree
Spray poison, and you, betrayed, lie,
Flipped on the carpet,
Slowly dying before me,
Your legs pacing the sky, your eyes agog,
And I am mortified that I should kill you thus.
 
And, when I throw back the bedsheets,
One small grey pellet of your excrement
Lies on the place that I will sleep,
As if in reprimand.

 

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