Pillory-like - Beady Belle

She roams restlessly about

She wears her sweater inside-out

She’s bewildered and led astray

She brought the wrong books for school today

Her black umbrella is opened up

She hasn’t noticed the rain has stopped

She talks with people who aren’t there

She looks through glasses she doesn’t wear

Like melted chocolate ice

Like withered edelweiss

She’s winged and yet she flies

Like a naked clown lacking her disguise

She is grateful for the clouceur

But the prize is not for her

She’s laid open to attack

When the door locks behind her back

As she waves her magic wand

There’s a whisper of despond

She is painfully unaware

That the rabbit isn’t there