I open a door.
A lion dreams
couchant in the carpet pile.
He rears his haunch.
He shakes his mane.
He's little for a big cat.
Shall I scratch his chin?
Shall I guess his name?
Shall I make a pet of him?
I hesitate. I waver.
I inch my way
backwards through the door.
The lion couchant
resumes dreaming.
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