Gravy

by Dr. Christine Redman Waldyer

All the songs that called '
The earwigs, the birds, the bees
A bug culled
Weaving their tongues to snare me

A young cat's waul
Bitter weather supports my pleas
For a shawl
To keep me warm over today's High Tea

All the songs that called '
The earwigs, the birds, the bees
Pawing at the pawl
Because I am meant to be free

A bug culled
Weaving their tongues to snare me
The smiling fall
When they snatch away the keys

A young cat's waul
Bitter weather supports my pleas
Such guarded walls
The British, the Queens, and me

27-May-2007

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