a lonely finger wanders the city
searching with intense aplomb
for the one opposable thumb with
whom it might just get a grip
Its beckoning gets a few replies
Drawn in by intriguing motion
until a freak whorl of the print
makes the caged songbird flip
a lonely finger cannot grasp the
quiet tolerance of malevolent
digits within those surroundings
an only finger can only point
like cats the world's every gaze
alights on a cloven fingertip
ignoring again the chosen target
of what they choose to anoint
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