Cunning
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He played me like a cello
soft and sweet
until the finale.
The high notes whined
and the low notes dragged on, on, on.
The finale
was agonizing.
Mr. Sly, your master plan congealed;
the thrill of playing the two-tier game
is a flaring, formidable forcefield,
are gruesome goosebumps hard to tame
that fixate instinct on this path
Sly glittering eyes
Feathers all around
More cunning than wise
Being without sound
Hunter in disguise
Blue fire eternal
