Ladybird

Before you brought the lines you stole
You had to mourn the bed you tore

Out in the cold
Stella's wits with bits of fetters
Sprayed in pillows soaked in pepper
Tears of course

Confusion

She looked ahead and gave a scowl
Then stood,
Never sees the light in steps,
Steps in light and howls as called
Ouch ladybird.

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Nairobi, 24th August 2007