she is a wildling
emerging
precious,
feathery
telling time
by her
tail's
shadow
stepping backwards
blending into the wall
dressed in the newest
shade of green
for tonight's ball
her miffed mask
reveals it all
he's not bothered
it's just a fuss
the ways the women
think they must
"oh no" she pleas
your finest praise
would be to
believe me
he's nettled
her feathers,
full of fight
she's determined
to avoid
his odious sight
nothing about
this could ever
be right
for a wildling,
precious, fresh
and new
for wildling like
precious you
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