Tuesday


Little lily filly
Light white, inside the night.

Peppered pink and pulsing muzzle.

Flicking ears.
Tricking feet.

Fancy dancy flying
In the thrashing grassy tussocks
With the moon looming wide.

Heated beating breast.

Knuckley buckled knee kicks.

Falling, rolling, wholey unknowing
That someday she will miss this bliss.