Elsbeth
Elsbeth
sinuous little pad foot
essence of dark design
twilight has released you
out of my back door.
bathe in black,
as it floods paradise
swirls with night sound
just beyond the porch light.
in that field of mustard
your iniquitous enemy
snickers wispyly
safe in an earth ship
sit still as pyramids,
a bastet,
proud familiar, not one gleaming tooth
would touch the boor tonight.
Copyright © Patricia Cresswell | Year Posted 2017
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