Zozie

The fairies are out!

Their scaly protrusions flutter and snap,

Wicked claws somehow rounded gently.

The moors are secluded,

Stray sheep eyeing the

Minutes flash, seconds tick. How much longer do we have to laugh this time?

The cotton brocade, crimson and ivory, is brought down harshly, cut in half this time.

Spotted, spoiled-milk; 

Look beyond these grimy walls

And see the horse tail

Brush into existence fierce vermillion stripes,