I think a thing I do a thing
no one to it - entitled
unseen unknown
no proof of presence
footprint in the sand
did I think it did I do it
if no proof came forth
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my thinks my knows
filling hours shared with hair
shook from four legs
breathless my heart
swells for pitter-patter
in still corners cooled
humming lulls lightly
little paws kneading
in slumber she runs free
III
the tether tied to whence
I came is whence I’ll return
take me to your river
I wanna go home
