The Great Attercop
Wandering the cobbled roads of Boston’s misty night
The stars spun like dew in spiders’ web glistening with delight
Low I came to a bridge, stone and fair and white
Over Charles’ river dark it reflected pale and bright
Looking off the bridge of stone, at the river ever changing
The starry night, the bridge of white, fragmented, rearranging
As if under Charles' influence, every molecule trembled in its ebb
Which finally shook a sparkling star from night's illusive web
I watched the falling star dive, it dove with fiery might
When a great shadowed beast sprung across the night
It could not escape the Attercop who fed with great delight
She who spins the starry night with four pair spindly legs
And month by month rolls the moon, her hanging sack of eggs
When the moon 'gins to wain her children descend and brightly sing
Filling the night sky anew, with stars, which hang from silky string
And if her children attempt escape, to dart or flash away
She scoops them in ominous jaws, like crocodile's prey
Fear the Great Attercop in night, for dire is her sting
And on wandering children verdant, she is known to spring
Stay my child in your bed, sleep neat until the dawn
For it is the flesh of infancy she feeds her offspring on
Finishing Line Press. Book FAREWELL TO THE DUST, by C. S. Leaf avalible March 2008
www.FinishingLinePress.com
Copyright © Craig Leaf | Year Posted 2006
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