with
open mouth, showing
translucent
teeth,
the eyes open too,
how did it
get here, this clump of
fur,
a small mole
with wings
of sharpened bone,
stuck between the brick
and downspout.
an omen
of sorts, i thought.
and it was.
though at the time
i didn't
trust my instincts,
pressing on with make
believe
love.
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