Hay Lofts

I’m in the Jail
I’m in the barracks
I’m down below
I’m hot & bothered
With sticky feathers
A restless widow
With feline features
Brawny creatures sustained alone
On unmet desire
A scarecrow in meadows of wildfire
Hawkeyes Hazel from the witches fable
Keep your elbows off the table
Keep you hands off my men
Even though he ain’t mine
He’s my wild flower
Helps pass the hour
With the mop and the broom
I shine shoes, I moon shine, I make food
I wash blankets hardly used
I suck solace from sour fruit
The fellows love me
They call me Mammy
It’s Cinderella my mother gave me