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to Roost

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what could be more satisfying
than coming home to roost
sore feet upon hassock
the lumbering animal
coming to vibrant
stillness

if curses can be as arrows shot upright
so too can kindnesses return whence they came
in the warmth of rich honey and chamomile
steaming with comfort
smelling of home

belonging