Edith

I witnessed Edith one day
climbing scurrilous furry creatures.

On their backs, her kneading knees were stubbled with hairs.
These rodents seem staggered
under the weight of this woman.

Her long-flowing lawny hair, a verdant lawn yawning lazily, captures my attention whenever she screams by me.

My attention holds fast when
a sickening sensation occupies my senses.
Sensing nothing, Edith rides by, cackling.
Thinking about nimbuses, I try to be distracted.

But I cannot escape quickly--
Edith's power veers so stickily,
and I am forever lost in her eyes.