A BEVY OF CAPES, for Halloween

Before I do anything else, I want to commemorate the 125th "birthday" of The Statue of Liberty by posting this photograph of its sculptor, Frédéric Auguste Bartholdi, shown here using his cell phone!

And now...

Today, fellow babies, in honor of Halloween, I'm posting a poem about some of the adults that like to "play dress-up." And since I often talk about Zorro, as well as other caped heroes... here's a love poem I call...

A BEVY OF CAPES

There've been a lot of Zorros,

Many actors who have played the role,

With capes of varying length.

These cloaks provide a bit of flash,

Or concealment,

Or in some cases,

Even a sort of majestic flair.

Mine provides all of that,

And then some.

It gives warmth

And protection from the elements,

And the symbol of my longing to provide

A cocoon...

Or other enclosure...

Even a world separate from all others...

And all of that

For only myself and my lady fair.

Worn by any other,

These capes are just an accessory,

An afterthought to an adventurer's costume.

In the end,

Just a piece of fabric...

But not mine.

Longer capes there may indeed be.

Warmer capes, too, perhaps.

Capes of thicker fabric

Or more costly material

There may be as well.

Mine, however,

Exemplifies the heart within

The man

Who dons the costume.

A heart that's pure,

And true,

And loyal,

A heart that beats solely for milady.

No other can compare,

Nor compete!

No other heart,

No other love,

No other lady.

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Any Freudian symbolism is all in your mind, by the way.

Thanks for your time.