you appeared one day
lurking near the abandoned house
a ghost of better times
when someone had extra scraps
or patience enough to tame you
still, there you are, as loyal as loss
if you ever saunter near
I'd like the story of your mangled ear
to hear your sneer-
should've seen the other guy
some days I think you're waiting
for someone to buy the place
fix it up, welcome you
the front door king
most days I see you watching
waiting for all of us
to move away.
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