Stoat Song by Cilla McQueen
[ Stoat Song ]
Flick of a sinuous
body
in lounge suit. Teeth.
I find you deliciously musical,
O eggs,
thrill
to throttle shrill cadences,
plumb your skinny holes!
Ah piteous nest
of
silken flesh exposed
to my spry jaw,
soothe me and sing to me
within!
Innocence drowns in my throat.
All the trees are empty.
Scarce leisure to preen the
brows
of supple stoats, sated with song.
