Noon Girl

In the darkness of morning she sleeps
sheltered behind blinds
that keep light out.

Only when the sun is directly overhead
can it’s rays, with intense possibility,
pull her from her bed.

Noon girl gradually eases energy
not willing to burn out too quickly
lest she slowly die.

The afternoon is clouded
until the moon can take over
and lull her back to sleep.

When sheltering blinds
take her light again
hiding it till noon.

Cooked to Perfection

I am stained glass,
fabric and paper,
using my artistic methods
to create unique works of art.

I am halfway between two extremes
the means of mass
intermediate communication
conveying ideas
with average information.

I am paranormal
transmitting written messages
between the living
and the dead,
the only means to my end.

I am neither large nor small,
between rare and well done,
slightly pink,
visibly undone inside.

I am
medium
rare.