I met a little ermine fur
with beaming bright blue eyes
Lapis lazuli could’t hold a candle
And her size
Carried in a tiny pouch
Peering at us all
Just a baby with out care
Of even if she might fall
No ideas about ISIS
Cameron or the Pope
Paedophile’s,and the bulk denials
Even which brand of soap
Just an innocent baby
Ready to be shown
A lovely life if possible
Where the right seeds are sown
She could have been in Pusan
In Seoul or in Canton
Taken by the butchers
And very soon be gone
Torn out of existence
A cutlet on a sink
To fill the guts of some dark spirit
Closer to the brink
But she was here in London
Being cared for by a lass
Who doted on her clearly
Here was no morass
Of evil or of tragedy
For this wee spirit knew
She was one of the lucky ones
Fate for her was true
A little kitten I spoke to yesterday
Such a beautiful emanation her light
Spread all around the room