Gilly
Gilly, getting chilly,
for she has no overcoat.
She is wondering why you care.
Gilly starts to have a smoke.
Gilly looking curious,
wondering why you watch her.
She blows rings...
She wishes she had her fur.
She starts to sing,
to herself, and not to you,
her cigarette between her fingers,
while she sings a haunting tune.
11/4/2015
Copyright © Julia Ward | Year Posted 2015
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