curled close,
and that is my heart wandering
beyond the edges of my skin.
There is a jester who conquers with nonsense.
Ancient queens called, "Bring me my fool!",
but I am the witless one enticed into battle
over a headless rag that used to be a green frog.
See, Master? My heart is flown
and follows wherever you go,
like a colorful pennant declaring my imprimatur and blessing
over Lord Goodboi, royal dog!
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for Sunday Muse #119.
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| Old King Bosco, blind but still all-seeing. I was (and am) his personal Sheep to herd. |
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| Young King Bosco, certain of a treat! |
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| Zacky Peanut, heir to the royal throne! |
