A Costly Ring
On a night such as this
A besom seated, flighted Witch
The Maple near an Oak is blowing;
An emboldened Toad on root is croaking.
Halfway down the hillside lawn
The dusk enlightened flowers sulking
As breezes toss the moths about them
Close a Ring that slipped to soil.
A couple sits within this distance
Immune to superstitious nonsense;
Without a costly Ring he'd given,
He'll work just as hard to earn some other!
She sobs unhappy and the day is faded.
(Accent on e in second line "flighted".)
Copyright © Erik Spector | Year Posted 2017
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