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He turned his back on me and then, dismissive,
released a sneering snort of pure derision.
I scowled in contempt, was not submissive,
but held my peace, avoiding confrontation.
If I could pulverize him I would do it.
I have no power, and I understand
to you I’m lower than a smear of suet,
but someday I will have the upper hand.
Aeronwy, let’s go, why have you stopped?
I can’t believe it. Cathnids racked in cages?
You’ve found the new addition to my shop,
a wondrous sight you must admit engages!