Sheila's Dribs 'n Drabs

They rode into town on shoes, heels to toe, with a clattering of hooves, then drew their dreaded threads and fired on us. Our noses expired.

We’re finding bunny eggs under a funny sunny moon, and yellowed purple sky is momma’s mood when bunny eggs get added to her runny succotash.

I have no gift but this for you, Saturn’s celestial silver, And the Ring of Fire below; My love be true, Unwarming, Let the cool winds blow.

See how we change at fall of night; You in your silvered rings all bright Celestial light while I, Called to despair, Saw Saturn dying there