The Necromouser Cycle

by Mary E. Lowd

January, 2006

Like a cat,
I bring you a dead mouse,
Mine has ellipses for a tail………

Make me a necromancer!
Be my lightning machine,
Resurrect this poem many times,
In your eyes and mind.

Little mousies,
Eating Orchids,
But mousies don’t eat orchids,
So this poem isn’t true.

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From the book:  Some Words Burn Brightly: An Illuminated Collection of Poetry

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