I don’t howl, or hoot like an owl.
Although you could wear me like a cowl.
Because I am a towel.
I use my textile texture
To absorb and soak up moisture.
I have a floppy posture, not rigid like a nail,
And I hang around on rails,
Sometimes.
I follow body contours,
But I have no dentures
And while carnivorous birds and beasts
Search the night for living feasts,
The bathroom is the place for me
I reside there with toiletries
We live there cheek by jowl,
Because I am a towel.
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