Early this morning,

not quite the shilling,

my hair rustled

like a recent killing

of something black and once alive,

*******

Lucifer

dived at my head.



We tussled for five

in the warmth of my bed,

he pawed my hand like a prize

and his yellow eyes

were electric

and light.


He likes to fight.


His tail beats black against my navel.

He plays under the sheets like an excitable angel.