Beastly Me Poem by al moye

BEASTLY ME
I walked over the hills
I flew over the vales
Till I came to my place
Where my visiter awaits

The summer was burning fiery
And the school yards all bare
The lawns covered with grass
For not a soul dared to trample

But my place was in spring
Its winds cold and blissful
And before me my visiter
Mounted on her throne

I fed her with all earthly things
The soft worms and their wriggling bodies
The noisy flies and their wings spread
The fighting hoppers and their swift legs

Then I sang her a song
Soothing and watch her sleep
And wish she could dream
A sweet and perfect dream

And in my mind eyes
I see her for what she is
An angel down from heaven
To visit and grant me solace

But slowly I held her neck
While in her dreamy sleep
Having found the true me
And gave it a yank

And though in fitting tears
Her eyes and mine
I wrung her neck all around
And watch her breathe her last.