He was no criminal – certainly not
the type to molest an innocent person,
at least not that way.
It was only the ponytails. He watched them
moving, swinging, and knew them
for the independent life forms
that they so obviously were,
drawing sustenance from their oblivious hosts.
surgically removed
they found a home in his dresser drawer,
a comfy place
to snuggle between his socks and undershirts
(certainly not in the underpants drawer).
It was an act of kindness.
He never even asked them where they went
or what they did
during the hours when he slept.
We all need our little secrets.
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