Ovaltine Cannot Age My Kitten
Cracked, but half asleep
I creep
An egg like all the rest
Embryo of fatal charm
In formless, foetal vest.
Wrapped in cyclone, soon
I swoon
Thoughtfully, pretend
Birth was just a false alarm
And Death a fulsome end
| Contributors: | P, TG, Roland. |
| Poem finished: | 30th April 1997. |