Fence Sitter Find A Home

Where once I wore out the fence in sitting, I find myself two strides into your yard

What kept me there rocking I cannot remember

But a call of my name and I stumble into your field. What loss has pulled me from my gray walk -could fuel the scream coming from your house

A kitten’s heartbeat fading

We hold a funeral by the fence

By that well worn fence

First thing in the morning

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