Empathy

I would empathise with my sleeping body.
At midnight a pup howled at the blackness

As the mind was factotum for sundry work
It had an onerous job of keeping pup away.

I now had burden of mom that was absent
Who had left pups in darkness of midnight.

The mind is not mother’s keeper nor of pup.
It now seems mind is not my body’s keeper.

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