bending

breathless

beyond all sense

in the dark

to the hum

of a heater,

tucked into

my queen bed

with the kelpie

snoring at my feet

in a ball,

her ears awake,

twitching

at the bending

of trees by the wind

in the night;

my fears awake,

twitching

at the bending

of today into

tomorrow.

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