#44

I trained myself as a ninja
Creeping up on my mum
Glowing when she started at the sight of me
Now I am practising fake coughs and shuffles,
Brushing against things, rustling like autumn,
Making myself clumsy and harmless.
Somehow when it’s not her,
That goblin in me is gone,
And I need to find a new act
For an audience outside
Our private afternoons

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