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.

TheWeeScottie