In the Nets

Ten-legged tortoises
And Aztec faces;
Peacock feathers
And butterfly traces.

Escher designs
And downcast eyes;
African shields
And wind-blown sighs.

Amongst my nets,
They all lose meaning.
And all I see:
They just need cleaning.

© Fergus Longfellow

Fergus Longfellow is always happy to put off housework to write a bit of poetry.

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