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My eyes are
little lanterns
for you, owl.
Flutter by,
incandescent,
like a dream.
Swoop wild,
speak golden, giddy
enchantment—
be not
absent your
darker charms.
Stir that deep cello
in me—
that storm of music
reverberating
whenever
you brush by—
my pulse quick,
a mouse
to pounce—
swoop wild, swoop
to me,
your prey.
© 2025 Jennifer Wagner
A dozen plump oranges were hanging from the tree.
A dozen plump spiders had encircled each one
with a dozen white webs.
Kitty tried to bat one away
but it just crawled toward the couch
and back again.
You sprayed them with water
but the fruit couldn’t be saved.
Except by me waking up.
Which I did,
and killed them
the only way I know how.
© 2023 Jennifer Wagner