Who was more startled
When I picked it up
Velvety soft and placed it
On a paper napkin
Curled like a fetus
Out we went to find
Where it could possibly have come from
Which twig it might hang from yet
If there was still time
To weave around itself
Some transforming night
A leaf or a cloud
O take me with you
Pale filaments of flight
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