Thunderation! Plutonic Sonnets 99)
Look there! What moving shadow do we see
Among long shadows on this wooded rise?
All else is still—Right there! What can it be,
Here in these hills below which Enna lies?
'Tis Cupid! for the archer has been sent
On mission bold by Venus, his mad mother;
And on success he's like his bow, well bent:
There crouches he, for he can do no other.
While in the shadows of late afternoon,
Proserpina, down in the vale below,
Her apron full of flowers, thinks that soon
With floral treasures she must homeward go.
Then Cupid, hearing hoofbeats, takes his station;
He draws his bow…his heart pounds… Thunderation!
(Courtesy of America Star Books)
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