Heslington Haiku

Sinus congestion

Never knew I needed scent

Then they broke laundry

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Feline companions

Observed from my penthouse peak

In odd harmony

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It's just a dirt track

That feels like a fairytale

Tangible magic

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Quivering rabbits

Scattered leaf-dense on the lawn

Lit by greenhouse glow

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What is this green sludge?

I ask the fowl everywhere

They keep their cards close

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Saw him only once

Gave magic I couldn't use

Longest beloved

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Demanding my touch

You came bounding from behind

Wee hour familiar

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After months of mud

The crisp, steely clench of frost

Means sanctuary

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Brittle leaf shards freeze,

Melt, are ground to black and gold

Scent of living death

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Air caught in my throat

Tries to petrify it; softens

At length, hope returns