Scruff

Pick me up

by the scruff,

shake me

on this journey

 

letting me feel

the loose camouflage

of this skin,

the jumbled bones

within

 

the helpless hanging,

alert and shining eyes

 

willing to be carried

to safety,

set down

in new alignment.

 

So much of what felt true

has tumbled,

I would be adrift

but for this warm bite

near my wobbling spine,

surrender to a voyage

with paws resting briefly in air.

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