Cherish or Perish

Until his question, I was unaware
of anything abnormal in my eye.
An hour earlier it wasn’t there,
but suddenly two bloody streaks low-framed
my iris. I had moved with normal care.
I don’t recall a cough or sneeze or blow.
Another aging sign? A passing scare?
It cannot hurt to take a day to try
a spell of cherished rest within my lair…

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