Nine Tails

 I am nine tails old now,

and I change like the white water.

I ate my birth year for good luck 

and am my own daughter. 

Sometimes when I drink you

can see my teeth come out--

just a little sharper, 

causing just a little doubt. 

Contrary to myth no femme fatale--

not at all, not at all. 

But things I touch may fall

as if bewitched. 

(Or as if pitched.)

Nine tails old is a thousand tales

in the making. 

Things I might say would leave you shaking

Mostly because they are true. 

Also because I am telling them to you. 

And there's no telling what

I might do.