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A dog escaped from its yard,

straying from the bounded woods,

you drop like a ripened fruit –

slip from your disguise of fog

to reveal the awkward wedge

of you, disrobed and alert.

The sprung trap of your leaping;

desperate kick at the wire

wall that separates our worlds.

You are willing me to freeze,

be you, and instinctively,

my muscles seize with your fear.

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