The Monsters Ball

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The Yule cat arrives on cautious paws
Watching from a distance, 
Sweating a little in this foreign place 
Adjusts his bow tie

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A pair of Bunyip sweethearts linger on the curb
brush the creek from their hair 
And take a last minute glance

at their car door reflection

 

The Yowie tells himself the suit is just fine
Yellow is the new black
And strides with purpose in his awkward circumstance

 

There by the door a Troll has lost her ticket
She searches frantically in her purse
And drops her keys

 

A Selkie takes her coat

 

Inside the room is swirling
With paisley purple sunflowers

 

The Yeti leans flat against wall 
trying to blend in
His milk white suit lit up like a fair ground.