The Eerie Tavern

A cracked Porcelain,
Prone to be treated with delicacy
Though bound to rive facilely, but,
Can it hang on to its bite like a wild dog
Or give up,  like a broken legged Mantis

Green eyed partridge ,
Dances to the pitched Vocable of its nest
Cradled against its own Soft feather
Does it wait for an ill fated worm to crawl up
Or hunt the unyielding insect

The Eerie Tavern,
That makes hair stand at the back of neck
With its cold breeze smooching the iced glass
Will danger lurk in the darkest shadow of the inn
Or warmth,  Tranquil spread across its hinges

The limp and the blind,
Set out on a rickety and scarred thoroughfare
Had the blind has an eye on his glabella
And the limp has a leg that doesn't falter
Impairment might not cause a truce

Tortoise and the Porcupine,
One with shell as hard as Brick
The other with pine as detriment as poison
Had it been they both lack their cover shield
They'd have been stuffed in a coffin

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