(Photo taken by me at the US Botanical Garden in Washington, DC)
The Dancing Socrates
I roast in the sun, old wretch…
I lie, and yawn, I stretch.
Old am I, but full of pep:
When I take a slug from the cup
My ancient bones bask in the sun's glow,
And my curly, wise, grey head.
In that wise head, like woods in spring
Hums and hums a wiser wine.
Eternal thoughts flow and flow,
Kind of ideal when you're writing a vampire story, don't you think?
And by the way, the character's first name is Izabella.