Brief New White Pawprint

bigger than a domestic cat,
smaller than a wild bear,
clawless, forms in brown sink
at each tiny drop of sweet toothpaste
drip from my mouth as I brush.

Spirit animal leaves spoor
to scent across bare, icy night earth,
down into dug den of my thoughts,
warm, cosy, fertile stink of dark

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