In the twilight zone of the home

news has just arrived from Bellatrix

so I am told.

It says the tea was weak today.

Nobody could explain it away,

nor how the security locks could be disabled

by judicious use of medication and Aesop's Fables.

 

I saw the book on the communal shelf

next to the maxi remote control

which was used for communication I was told

to contact intelligent life somewhere

"out there!" he points with surprising calm

causing not inconsiderable alarm.

 

I speak of course of one I know well

who searched all his life for that magic spell

to lead him to the zenith of his lifelong search.

 

But just now he rises with silent intent

to leave the room,

heaven sent.