(From Thomas Ligotti's "Les Fleurs", read by the author)
To Eden with me you will not leave
To live in my cottage of crazy crooked eaves.
In your own happy home,
Take care of this night:
When you let your little cat in,
Turn on the light.
Something scurries behind
And finds a cozy place to stare;
Something sent to you from paradise,
Paradisically so rare.
Tongues flowering,
They leap out laughing, lapping,
Disappear!