12 Days of Christmas 9

12 Days of Christmas Offering No.9


Ah, Sagittarius, the archer. Fire
At will! A will of whim, of tactless means,
Of boldened arrow, sharp to contravene
That social cue. What etiquette requires
He is deftly deaf to; and then inquires
In morass of concern: “How pale thou seem;
Why so?” Forgive his flaw, a flout unseen.
Wouldst thou prefer him a crafty liar?

A diplomat in his own perceptions
And, truly, of the sharpest mind; refined
Come every restless year, wise reflections.

And what of Love for the half man, half horse?
If your choice of chase is he, then know fine:
His hooves will thrust in haste on such a course.