Out of Water

Stash me, my pretty,
And you might find I’m a nightlight.
Glow wormish blanket,
A deckchair asleep.
When I’m ragdoll-soporific,
Throw me down the stairs.
Feed me to the cats
When I’m shiny green weak.
Put me on and wear me for your twilight swim.
My mink magic donates blood.
But you find I drown your breaststroke,
(Dead frogs have more charm than you).
As I suckle your hot beat,
And stifle your nightish bleat,
You won’t see me as I walk on water.