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 to Roost

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 what could be more satisfying
 than coming home to roost
 sore feet upon hassock
 the lumbering animal
 coming to vibrant
 stillness

 if curses can be as arrows shot upright
 so too can kindnesses return whence they came
 in the warmth of rich honey and chamomile
 steaming with comfort
 smelling of home

 belonging