He seemed to feel it was enough
To say “I am the Duke’s nephew”
And sit in on my dreams last night.
I admit he sat quietly
Even when Baba Yaga lit her pipe
By striking a match on him.
Baba Yaga was not supposed
To appear in last night’s dream
But one of the flower fairies
In the dance sequence
Had developed peritonitis
And fallen in love. I am not sure
These two things are related.
In any event, she was unavailable
And – it’d be better without the pipe –
Baba Yaga can do a very credible
Battement fondu avec sauce de cerise.