Would you come to me, a feline,
a cordial cat to crawl with me the night’s alleyways?
Or perhaps pleasantly perch, an avis,
a soulful songbird to serenade me safely homewards?
Your absence adorns me, a decendent,
the sister of my sorrows that severs my stitchings.
And no knittings made for me, my weaver,
to warm my wailing bones of your burial unwelcomed.
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