If she just could have pretended
She was not panicking,
The livestock would have still
Been in the pen
By the time she closed the gate.
Perhaps
She’s just going through a phase,
A phase like sinking in quicksand,
Where people smile graciously
At her as she
gradually
disappears
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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