Slack Daffodil Eye.

It’s two in the morning  The twelfth of November I’m warming my feet By the fast-fading embers The window is frosted The garden is dusted With snowflakes And moonlight And yesterday’s Cornflakes And Wendy The owl Has a mouse In her claws She tears it apart With her beak and her jaws Then The stars fall Down from their perches on high The Queen thinks That maybe she’ll die If midnight takes over the sky - Might she pay us to cry? You’re reading a volume Of whimsical nonsense You think that you’re clever You laud your own essence Weeds bloom when you smile at them Fade when you pee on them Raise a cracked glass to them Stop them from fidgeting Then Stella Comes up From her dark Lonely grave She says you were never You were always her slave - Were you ever that brave