Familiar
It does not always have to drink your blood.
It can be a live thing watching
what you honor, what you defile.
A live thing arriving
through alleys and weedy cover,
bringing a moon in its mouth.
Its own hunter still
but satisfied
with your choices:
the nest you will make for it
out of plucked silk and holly.
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