faces in the window
look down at me
in a laughing way as
I mock their features;
angels rest at the base
of fireplaces guarding
the Kingdom's entrance
as I scorn their task;
cats perched on tables
watch each others movements
moving close to that
which has kept them apart;
darkness penetrates nothing
and nothing flows outward
beyond the hidden light
that trees embrace each day;
rumors of my arrival
have preceded me and
the three are waiting so
patiently for their morning
treat, and once completed I
am free to do what I please
until these little devils want
me to open the door to
the outside again and again.
4Nov16
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