'Come in, will you'
'Come in, will you'
Come in, will you,
into my care.
Drop the mizzle from your calico. Dry
Your shanks against my feet. Sleep is nigh,
So leap in, face down on my counterpane.
Supper’s ready as soon as I sop up the pain,
The drops of cries, before I chance to realize
The fading winkling from those eyes.
Don’t you care?
Come back, won’t you.
by Leon Wing
