I push for coffee Tonight Our usual wizarding hour With The Moon or in its wake We’ll shoot for our favorite booth Fingers crossed You know the one
Bring yourselves Or whomever you like
Breakfast or just Coffee and a slice of Cake Layers of chocolate On a warm powdered plate Or fries and a soda pop and extra straws or maybe unsweetened tea with a sprig of mint with Ketchup or Salt & Vinegar
Or gravy Depending on whom you bring Musie or Editor
Only Musie would know The language it takes To understand just how fragile I am And my Musie ain’t afraid To shake her babies Let’s see what falls out She says Then there’s the Editor’s red knife I believe it’ll be Coffee and Cake for me tonight
Sometimes I see Musie as some sort of Umbrella Saint Or some kind of Gothic Betty Bo-Peep Badass Shepherdess with tattoos of her crooks Shepherding Us Kids along with Her Own Black and blue sheep Getting us safely to where we should be Eventually even before we know it Beating our arses if we don’t (Who said that? What? No, bleating! Never mind, I still have the giggles.) Because that’s how herding cats and kids works Shepherding forever Her brood of children and sheep And making Time for love Just because Keeping track of Timelords and cats As a shepherdess should Is what she does.
Image: Salt Girl by Musie