The evil of which I'm capable
I accept as a given
without taking satisfaction in destruction
I do take comfort
my grit has not diminished
As old as I am, I still have teeth.
I admire the stealth of snakes
I walk with padded feet
as elephants do in their journeys
I try to refuge like an owl but not betray location
with random and impulsive hoots. This poem?
A scratch in response to an itch
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