Scout from Shadows Thin

A silken darkness sneaking through the town
A tiny, feral scout from shadows thin
A tiny face with ears as sharp as crowns
A crossing of a path that leaves you grim

Will thou ever emerge from past the light
In alleys where you live in dark and cold
A lost pet that has never been shown right
Who’s been left just too broke to trust the gold?

A spy with eyes that pierce through darkest night
And watches the moon stand too far to play
And ev’ry day must be ready to fight
Simply because they see you as a stray

But I see you in an untinted light
No hate because you have unkindly kin
I know that your heart isn’t dark as night
My shady, silken scout from shadows thin

And thus, as we watch each night and day end,
I only hope that you can be my friend.

Sew it goes

You can make things that are light
Or very bright,
That the stitches will hold very tight
Even in the dark of the night

In and out the needle sews
In elegant rows
To make clothes,
That you can wear from head to toes

There is an endless list of things you can do,
You can mend something to make it look new
If you love what is made, you can always make two
Sewing is fun, even for you!

Is This Really It?

It presses, thick and clinging.
With shaking hands, I raise the damp cloth;
Look anywhere but her face.
It comes off easily.
Clean.
And keeps coming.
And coming.

I scrub.
It coats the cloth in strands like putty,
But it hasn’t come off.
I keep scrubbing.

It patters by my feet,
of the same stuff as tears,
But it hasn’t come off yet.
I keep scrubbing.

It slides down the sides of my neck,
Warm and congealed.
But it hasn’t come off yet.
I keep scrubbing
The face in the mirror gleams and grins.
And it still. Hasn’t. Come off.
I keep scrubbing.