Lost Beast
looking for spots and the way back to wildness.
Great cat, you need to follow the quarter moon
in its descent, back to the south, to rooms
galvanized and canopied with rain.
Never let someone like me know
you've gone. Turn your indigo eyes
to stone. Too many like me covet
your harm. Trust the breath that risks
the journey to bring you home. Horrible
loss to let you prowl beside my bed.
Give us each our chance. The claw
we share should never be exorcised.
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