You are a slippery customer
you know where to go, what to do
You are the ultimate outsider
the king of the pavement crew.
Swaggering like you’ve won the
lottery
you have shadowed us for years
gnawing bones in the cemetery.
When we left the wood, you
followed us here –
our golden predator. You saunter
as bold as brass across the lawn
then melt, like a dream, into
the air.
You are our spectral visitor at
dawn.
We seek you at night, but you
are not there
Your remind us of what we once
were
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