for Miss Moon, who died

fleecy pillow bed, clean and folded.
little bowl, washed and dried
and finally,
tucked away.
huge brave mighty beating heart
still, and from now on,
resounding silent.
How did such an enormous
amazing
self
ever
ever fit into
someone
so
small
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