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With less than the pressure

Of a downpressing butterfly wing in a feather field -

The opening of an eyelid would make more noise -

He opened the letterbox so slowly that it was

As unsuspecting as a passing yawn in the morning.

A smooth criminal face tattooed with blue ink

With my name peers. This Royal Male

The silent secret stalker crouched delicately

Outside the front door – eyes filled the letterbox

Like two greedy gulping goldfish in a tank.

He drinks in the shadows of the sleeping half

And becoming almost liquidite

Squeezes savagely through the letterbox

Arms first, head stretched, ears cut

Now he had the eyes and the body of a lizard

The strain written in blue veins on his face