The Siren (Epilogue)

It taunts me no more.

Sitting there,

Liberated from its box,

I cannot help but look.

It beckons me with its speed.

Like the caterpillar from its cocoon,

It is as elegant as the butterfly.

It surfs the web

Like a knife cuts through butter.

The Siren has hooked her lover.

The ship has sailed.

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Note to reader:  This is a follow up on my Magpie tale, The Siren .

(And, if you haven't guessed it, both were about my new laptop.)

*doin' the happy dance*

The Siren

It taunts me.
Just sitting there, in its box.
It awaits liberation.
I look away.
Like a bowsprit figurehead, it beckons my attention.
Like the Siren that beckons the sailor.
It's too messy in here.  I'm such a slob.
It's a conspiracy, no room, junk all over.
It deserves better than this.
I'll have to tidy up.
Maybe tomorrow.  It's too hot today.

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