And of course he finds me
Praying or eating or struggling
He insists on his prayer
His plate of food
I see he would eat me
Did he just come from some other corpse
And wants to crawl along my knee
He lets me watch him marvelous thing
I try to lead him toward the door
The thought you can’t shake out of your head
Don’t make me get the swatter
So he lands on my cheek
He would inspect
Almighty power
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