She served us hot tea and cold sesame cake
We sipped, chewed, and talked, with a view of the lake
The waves blurred. She cawed, “My dear, come and lay down.”
I woke in her nest, now dressed bright in her gown.
I struggled to sit and found wings ‘stead of arms.
I struggled to speak, instead cackled and barked.
My avian leg wore a bright silver band
Her bright blue eyes gleamed as she held out her hand.
I jumped without effort onto her thin arm,
amazed she could hold me, it must be the charm.
We walked to the park, in full swing with ren faire
I cocked my head when I saw Jimmy McDare.
Jimmy — I’d loved since I was a wee lass — walked
up, smiled, and said, “We agreed on a hawk.”
My black-feathered heart fluttered dark as eclipse.
Her eyelashes batted; she kissed Jimmy’s lips.
He backed up and frowned and said, “Here’s your silver.
Sweet Moira’s my love. This gift will sure win her.”
He held out his arm, “Moira, you’re mine today.”
Fireblossom is today’s host of The Sunday Muse. Fireblossom gave us 3 “cosplay” images to choose from and I chose this one over a cat and an owl.