Loveless companion,
Conditional friend.

The black hair that I adored does not stir to my touch
And in silence I make my 'goodbye'.
Cold steel, poisoned steel, has ended your life
At my command.

My order,
My responsibility,
My right.

Out of fear you had struck an innocent.
Out of duty and love I returned the blow.
Defenseless, ignorant, my baby lives on.
The scratch will heal, but my Duncan is gone.

My right,
My responsibility,
My order.

Stainless steel table,
Sympathetic attendant,
Silent veterinarian.

Red leather I'll keep.
Your favoured things I'll share
Amongst others of a different fortune.
So strange how you do not stir to my touch.

Loveless companion,
Conditional friend.

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There's more, I think, but it won't gel into something that I can use, yet. Anyway, thanks for reading.

Cheerio,

<< This is a work in progress - I'm not sure I like it yet, but I wanted to share :-) . . . >>
Have you ever noticed how there's a certain rhythm to the way a baby (in this case, Erg) throws her dinner all over the house?
Squish! Squish! Squish! Yummy banana.
Squish! Squish! Squish! Now its on the kitchen floor.
Squish! Squish! Squish! Between my fingers.
Squish! Squish! Squish! Oh, there isn't any more.

Suck. Suck. Suck. Its on my fingers!
Smear. Smear. Smear. Now its on my table too.
Rub it through my hair. Try getting that out Mummy!
Spread it round the house. Yummy banana goo.

Cheerio,