Maggie the Cat

She strong-armed death,
took it to the mat many times.
Maggie the Cat with nine lives,
friends used to call her.

This time the count got to ten.

She searches for Burton,
knows she has to find him
before that hussy he married
shows up.

Her heart is a tom tom.
Its beat radiates in every direction.
If he hears, he’ll remember
when he once worshiped her—
his goddess, his violet-eyed Queen
of the Nile.

She’ll steal him away to a hidden cloud,
cover them carefully with fog,
hold him close while she can
on one of  those moveable,
unpredictable platelets of time.

                       
                         



Pris Campbell
(c)2011

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