Old Tom

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He can’t help it of course
it’s in his nature 
deep in the marrow.
Wildfire still burns
in amber eyes.
Muscle memory
shudders under fur.
Tail-end flicking
Old Tom sits
mouthing obscenities 
at invisible birds. 
 

Published by colinhopkirk

Poet, writer, artist. Writing and performing in England, publishing anywhere. Member of Hexameter performing poets. Workshops, projects, cross-arts collaborations.

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