Familiar

FAMILIAR
Sullen familiar, you sulk at my side

Seething, sighing, eyeing

Soft mouses eeking in their embellished houses.

Shimmering sideways at my half-sleep, sending your spherical spirit

Sallying into the stars.  Always a

Saturnine wing, you mean, cowardly thing.

So dexterously you glide, slide into a stranger’s guise,

Simplify the complicated then stir up the stagnant.

Somnambulous creature, I sneer, yet I fear . . .

Something startling about you—something

Sinister, you minister of ambition.

Still . . . stay, sweet strange familiar.