The Cheshire Cat moon
Is smiling for his birthday.
His pearly teeth
Shine for a young man
Standing on the edge
Of the nest
With a big mama bird's foot
Simultaneously shoving him out
And pulling him in
(from what I can tell).
The Cheshire Cat moon
Is ready to disappear.
But can I manage to pluck
His wicked grin
and save it for the day
When he needs a pick-me-up?
Cheshire cat smiles
Echo feminine wiles
To dry up the tears
In time for birthday cheers.
No comments:
Post a Comment