The loving gaze of medusa. 

No cartoon cats were available for comment 

Through the night 

The offer of drinks were left in the half glass

That turned stale and evaporated from 

The loving gaze of medusa standing 

On the Mezzanine.


With nothing too stitch but time

We pussy footed and talked 

of the weather.


With tickets booked the clouds 

Lifted like the curtains 

And the penny farthing 

forest stood silent 

With the animals leaving 

Their x marked spot of musical 

stumped scent marked 

By fermented Fawns leading the way.