I awoke one night in the middle of a dream and found you there standing by the foot of my bed when you said, “I knew if I found you here at least you would be at rest.”
You paid the toll, two buttons and a shiny dime. I pulled back the covers and invited you in. With a scowl and a smirk I had to inquire, “Did you bring your heart?”
And you of course did reply, “No…no, I would never bring that dirty thing here.”
But Jack and Jill both know you lie every time you open your mouth and wink with the right eye, so I reached in your pocket and found the bloody thing right there.
“Why’s there blood on my hand and guilt on your face?”
“That’s just a dead bird I kept for a midnight snack.”
“Well its half past midnight and your belly isn’t grumbling.”
“I got full on the feathers and forgot my stove in my other pants.”
So I did the only sensible thing and squished that heart dressed up like a bird with a broken wing and when it died I think I heard it chirp.
Like little boy Horner with his thumb sticky as pie, you laid down beside me and winked that right eye.
I called you scoundrel and you fell fast asleep.
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