Tangled in soft yellow cotton knit sheets
One foot stuck out in the air, bony weather vane.
Dawn’s thin line under the drape,
Bright as a bracelet.
One vision left, I slipped back to that twilight world
Saw safety on my side of the road, danger on the other.
That knowledge tree is for grown-up tastes.
I saw the triangle-headed viper only a hop, skip and jump away.
“It’s a crooked stick,” they all said.
But the hood twitched. I saw it.
Stone lions guarding that path were by turns solid,
The young girl broke from my grasp.
I cried, “No!”
She ran to them, calling “Kitty!” and they smiled,