Somnambulist

SOMNAMBULIST She stood before me in the mist, That beautiful somnambulist. Eyes open, yet I doubt she saw me, In the mist she stood before me. She was dressed in night attire, Designed to set men’s hearts afire And I was suitably impressed. In night attire she was dressed. Her feet were bare, he toenails red, Just as she had left her bed. She could die from hypothermia there, Her toenails red, her feet were bare I draped my mac around her shoulder, Before the lass got even colder. Then took her hand and led her back. Around her shoulder I draped my mac She lived at number forty-eight, I knew, The one where white magnolias grew. Her mother waited at the gate I knew she lived at number forty-eight. Next day she came to my front door To thank me for the night before. And now we are marrying in May. To my front door she came next day 14th June 2020 Swap Quatrain contest Sponsor - Emile Pinet