The heavy spirit walks alone
With her pursuer close behind
A sense of indebtedness
A gasping curiosity
Who is that phantasm at her shoulder?
Alone in speech but not in touch
Her whiskered shadow keeps him away
Daily offerings this prowler brings
Feathered, furred
In order to appease the pursuer
To keep his heavy hand off of her
For now, until light turns to night
The shadow sees on other planes
Where it's master has no sway
It stares her pursuer
In the hollow eyes
And momentarily he is stunned
At this shadow's bold presence
She sits down for a rest
Tired from the weight of existence
Beside her curled up shadow
Which perks it's ears
And looks behind her
Her only guardian
From the relentless pursuer
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