Saving Grace

The uproar of the bay paralyses Karl
(you know
he should be stooping the girl
she’s not allowed in the bay)

As she passes through the threshold
her open-front cardigan has taken an angelic shimmer
Ethereal energies coalesce around her golden hair
like the thick honey of a new day pouring over the horizon
Her retro patent leather shoes are slip resistant on the greasy floor
and she moves with a certainty that only girl children can achieve

The Kooli-pop ring on her right hand is crackling and popping
as she subvocalizes a chant older than Time itself

“Bunny!”
Her voice silences the bedlam
The chaotic sounds bleeding away like the air from a balloon
released at a birthday party by a fat clown

The mechana monster collapses at the feet of Zhitzat
The Oil-bay demon kicks the vicious robot rodent
at a forty-five degree angle
with respect to the girl

She freezes his dark soul with a single glare
He bows his head in genuine humbleness

She turns
“Bunny, get up”

The fur pulls back into the default coverings
It stands
wobbly
on its now clawless feet
it comes to huddle before her

“Where have you been
I have been looking all over for you?”

James says
“That thing. . .”

“That bunny”

“That bunny was under the seat of the car
All personal items are supposed to be removed. . .”

“James
(she can read his mane tag
despite the smudges)
Bunny is very sorry and he won’t do anything like this again
Is that right bunny?”

It nods an ashamed affirmative

“No problem miss. . .?”

“My name is Sally
and it would be nice if you could get this done soon
My Dad gets kinda grumpy when he is separated from his car
for too long”

“In a jiff Miss Sally
You heard the lady
Get to work!”

“Come on bunny
You’re a mess. . .
We’ll go to the bathroom and give you a bath”

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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