Lying in Wait

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“Lying in Wait”

Pretty little mademoiselle

Sits beside the window sill.

Looking at the celadon hills,

She sings a graceful hymn

That pulls the jays' heartstrings.

Lassie can't help feel anomie

When no one else can hear

The cries of hers that scream

A tale that serves to only dim

The chances of fulfilling her dream.

Her finely-curled golden locks

That no one dares to mock

Shines and leaves you starstruck,

Yet its sheens don't seem to knock

Them out of their socks.

Pretty little mademoiselle

Sits beside the window sill.

Looking at the scarlet hills,

She sings a soulful hymn

That attracts a firefly team.

- 2011

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