Monday, December 17, 2012

Poem: Cheshire Cat

Cheshire Cat
The Cheshire cat grinned
As he lay in his nest;
A grey, woolen blanket,
Wrapped tight round his chest.
Reclining and dreaming,
He rolled on his back,
While fireflies danced
Across oceans of black.
Their reflections all sparkling,
Like pin-pricks of light,
Yet not even their dance
Gave old Cheshire a fright.
When his blanket rolled off
Blown away by the wind,
His right ear just twitched
And old Cheshire just grinned.
You may sometimes see him
But only at night,
You see he is wary
Of dazzling sunlight,
Preferring to shine
When you can see him best.
And flash you his smile,
From his grey, woolen nest.
I think you might know him
If you looked up tonight,
Just look for the smile
That bathes you in light.