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Cu_Sidhe

It’s a Cold Night

As I hold you in my hand

Blood drips from your nose

With each gasp you take

You lie in wait

Then suddenly a tremor, a surge, a pounce

And to your side you flop

The concrete is growing colder now

But I quickly try and scoop your jittering limbs back onto my palm

And stroke you as gentle as I can manage

You remind me of my younger years

And I'm sorrowed seeing you now

Bereft of your own

Rest in the north field

I hope your night is warmer

With the cloth and leaves I bundled around you

Whisking you back to the summer days

When you were born

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