A childish grin escapes my lips
With muffled laughter obscured
By the back of my fingers,
Interlaced in composed existence.
I eye your message tenderly
With piercing analytical persuasion
And meted and measured
Words.
A small breath slips by the escort
Through Bastille and fort alike
Prancing softly
With charismatic glee.
I linger as you notice
Defiant openly
The jig is up, I’ve had enough
This cat’s too much for me.
Moonlit Poetry 