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.
TheWeeScottie
