That morning you did not look like you
Your body was much broader
And your eyes a different hue
No clarity and no order
Where once you were a gazelle
You seemed so much the bear
I nearly passed unknowing
Nearly didn’t see you there
Do you know you’re a shape shifter
Is it by accident or design?
Do you wear the shapes like fashion
Sometimes coarse and sometimes fine?
Or is it all beyond your knowing
Feeling alien some days
When you see the ones you care for
See you approach but look away?
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