Once

My home is warm and incensed and I am baking in red lace lingerie. You are watching, on your knees, begging for a taste.

I swoop from my icy branch over moonlit thawing water and bring a fish back to my nest. I sleep while the sun wakes the first flowers

I am a little mouse having friends over for dinner. We drink beer while my cake finishes in the oven, and stoke the fire against the chill.

I am a servant of Titania, readying her bower for sleep. The petals of the flower bedding catch in my hair.

I am sitting in a tree as the sun rises, heat hits the leaves as I eat sweet coconut, far away the temple music plays as the incense is lit