Only a dream could tempt me like this,

To venture out from my safe place.

A piece of fluff with a halting grin,

Something about the chase I love.

I pounce, and something else

Pounces onto me.

We tussle over the piece of fluff 

Until we have forgotten it.

Now it's a fight unto the death,

But lucky for us, neither of us have won.

And so I lick my wounds

And limp away.

I live to laugh another day,

And fight again tonight

I hope, with you.

-jenn