Like us he had his
quirks, but more
indifference.
In the winter he loved
stoves, in summer
little birds.
Sick and as indifferent
to death as to us.
Dying he did himself.
Rutger Kopland
Kate, a Koala
Like us she had
her limbs, apendages,
but with more squeeze.
In the winter she
hugged the skyline,
summer, the trunk.
Vague and mysterious
to the fall.
Flying she did herself.
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