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The House by the River

by Aaron Krahn


I fly around the house

Chasing Sampsonís yellow tail

I know I will never catch him

But I run as if I can


Inside we eat

Safe from the sun

I am always chilled

At the entry to the house

The little gnome

He glares at me

As if he is real

But Sampson is there

To comfort me

If only now

He could do the same.