Hope’s Menagerie
A thing with feathers,
a sewer rat
a spider placed outside —
not squished flat,
a dog under table —
at your knee —
and, to my chagrin,
then there’s me.
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Grateful for the spider and the rat.
Funny how the chagrin comes for you not them.