Perched on a stool, one head peers out.
Tilting left, then right, following curiosity
Singing quiet melodies, responding to a caw
Trained crickets accessorize the silence.
Loudly ringing brassy bells, with serious stride
Chaos thrives, chewing on her own satisfaction
Swagger through this queen’s hallways to find
A delicate pastry cloud on a dirty napkin
Left for tomorrow’s forgotten.
Bold fonts and careful punctuation make sharp reprimands.