He took his time – he sauntered on

His mind far from his chest

Taken from him – his calm was struck

Weasel committed theft

Creature was It – a perfect Pet

A perfect Pest took him

When their paths crossed he knew nothing

It ate and drank – Clean skin

He gave – It took what thought it fair

Restraint his grace knew not

Distraught was he when It declined

To join him on his walk

The Parasite -leeching on him

It took what It thought free

Inside he broke – It left him there

Alone in Charity

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