Cass

I shift my gaze to the silver mist

And the full moon’s yellow cast

The water is glass and barely kissed

Forming a ripple from the breath of Cass

Her beauty is legend; this little Scot

Red locks on this Scottish Lass

Her eyes are green as emerald cloth

And sparkle like dew on grass

She chooses not one love of late

She loves them all for now

Maybe someday she’ll choose a mate

I know I’ll be skipped somehow

For now I’ll drink her teasing beauty

Her reflection in the lake

Cass has made it her solemn duty

To give them all one date

©5/25/07Terry Sutherland

Sans Peur

Terry

Background sequence by Wade Culbreath

Graphic by Soubrette