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though chilly enough for a jumper
schoolweary teenagers
© Rachel Green 2019
I can hear the little buggers
running up and down the stairs
They think me oblivious
and scatter when I venture
into the darkened hallway,
the bells on their collars
growing fainter
as they vanish into shadows.
They were more appealing
when they were alive
but now they threaten my sanity
with their nightly antics
and the house is filled
with the dismembered ghosts of birds and mice
still flying with gaping wounds
and broken limbs.
© Rachel Green 2019
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