The Riddle

She huddled in a puddle
Befuddled and confused
Her compass was so muddled
Her mind it was bemused
She asked me for a cuddle
Her bubble seeming burst
So muffled by my muscles
I hugged her though rehearsed
That little frightened muggle
Old lady, double aged
She nuzzled at my stubble
I thought her truly crazed
She struggled with emotions
A rubble of loose tears
The riddle was her mind lost
And that is all our fears

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