September 29, 2002

  • I quite imagine her in lace
    Prowling about her house, pace
    After pace.


    What creatures paced that place
    While yet it was a long-ago forest?
    The now-faded echoes of wolves were
    Then rumored quite the chorus.


    Oh, down the banister which was once a branch,
    the pitter-patter of marmots certainly did occur.
    And ferrets, no doubt, chased their tails
    In a subterranean labyrinth
    (where now sits the washer/dryer)
    Into a whirling swirl.


    And squirrels, where the living room now is,
    Probably zagged when they should have zigged.
    And the dining room was a killing stone
    Where a cougar once toothed blood and feasted big.


    Aye, most like that cougar she now skulks about her built haven,
    And though  adorned in her lace negligee quite sheer,
    A great mistake would any critter make
    To assume her to be a mere harmless, innocent dear.


    Nay, she prowls awaiting the moment of action...
    And to leap!
    She didn’t put on that sexy negligee
    Simply to go to sleep.

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