MISSING SHERLOCK
I stroke your paws
on the screensaver of my laptop
and stretch my fingertip
to touch the tip of your nose
and recall your soft fur
and wet snout, your engine purr
your roll-over-scratch-me
your snake flick about my feet
your dives through garden-hose-spray
your rocket-leaps after flies
your paw-swings at lupin
your skulks behind flower-pots
your Premier-League-advances across
tiled floor in pursuit of belled balls.
I find them now abandoned
beneath beds, couches, cupboards
in places you couldn't reach.
Like you now, beyond my call.
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