And though I should perhaps have gone to home
And found therein a respite from the day,
I find myself tempted once more to stay
And answer Kendra's call, before I roam.
For one does forget a siren call--
Sent forth from skin so delicately wrought
By ink, and pen, and time she has spent caught
In preperation beloved by us all.
And so I stay, for just one minute more
And consider responses for Kendra's gentle word
Before I must at last set down my sword
And head out through my office door.
Beauty's call can often leave us vex'd,
But still Kendra do I say is next.