I am cassandra in the tiny chair

she is

unsure of my
presence the whys
the where-

fores lost
in longspouted tea-
pot dregs

she can’t
hear she doesn’t
heed —

oh child be-
ware the rabbit

 

 

 

from Feet Beneath The Table by Charles Blackman

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