Hurry myLove,
Let's steal away into the day.
I'm crawling up your ivy twined wall
Into your attic now.
Come and find me there.
Come and comb my auburn hair
With your hand like paws,
And we can tumble around,
Bumbling up and down
Over that old chair,
The sofa bed, the ancient trunk,
The quaint chest of drawers
With old clothes hanging out,
Like two raccoons, buffoons who don't care,
Just playing all day
And chasing each other into night's lull.
Lucky for you,
My moon is always full.

-jenn