oddments

The door never did fit,
even the curtain didn't muffle
stone-close echoes, starkly lit
or the neighbouring hound's restless scuffle.
It's impotent baying at every arrival,
and human harshness through the partition wall
pierced, distorted, my privacy's survival,
a creeping coldness was ever near the hall.
Panting friends would sympathy-grin
grinning back, I'd doggedly invite them in.

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