Mabel

She is a cat wearing seams
All the way down to her high heels...
I dare not introduce her to the blusher.
If I'm not careful she will invade the night
She will sing arias quite unmusical
Then I will attempt to let her
Lead me far away from here-
I am aware of the Usher household.

How we need to go
To turn some moments
And as usual
Nothing is ever given
Freely.

Mabel has her talons working
She is listening to every ear.

She tells me
Bradley Manning
Should be treated
Better than he is.

She is a cat wearing it seems...
She tells me truth is the thing
We must own ourselves.

Mabel is a nervy girl
She wakes with her paw
Patting a cheek
Mabel is mine as she should be :)





Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-04-20 at 00:23

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Sid Gardner
Ahhhhh those almond flashing eyes......And Mabels of course....
Sid.
2011-04-20