Ethereal for Real

Ethereal for Real

Walking south and calling cats;
A fortnight spent alone with bats.
Mystic and mistaken for a beetle,
Whipping welts, a walking wheedle.
Ethereal, but shaken by discontent;
Real, torturing those less confident.
Retained and sunken in an outer wall,
Cursed, abrasive, waiting for a fall.
Magical, for sure, nebulous and pure.
Arctic plasma selling birds a cure.

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