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Jan 2020
not pet.

in window i sneak,
i see me alarmed
in glass, i ponder
the swish-locks they arm

not people!
inside,
not them, like me,
not scattered outside

no food for them waiting,
no fence for them pacing,
no kind of invading,
how come? how go?

see pet.

where found, i climb
in flurry, i bound
but they can't have
me,

not pet.
Written from a sad place.
Orchid T Aspen
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Orchid T Aspen  22/Bigender/Southeastern US
(22/Bigender/Southeastern US)   
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