Bottled
mischief escaped him like fresh lemonade
After
pretending to sleep
And listening
to mama’s sweet bedtime song,
Watching
her through closed eyes he’d wanted to
Sing
too, but howling at the moon
Might
have caused her to scream.
Falling
out of the window was no big deal
It didn't hurt anyway,
Landing on concrete would have really hurt
But as wolf-boy-a handsome one at that-
He
was invincible.
Drunk
on the freedom of night air and no sleep
The
was no particular plan
Maybe
pull the tale off next door’s cat?
Throw stones at squirrels! he giggled
As he smoothed down his baby soft fur.
As he smoothed down his baby soft fur.
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smiles...sounds like you have a wild one for sure...yikes on falling out the window that can def hurt but once you are free...the world is your possibilities...
ReplyDeleteHi Brian thanks for your comment..haa so obvious... most little men eventually break free..and some never even remove their wolf suits!
DeleteWhen I was younger, I felt invincible wearing a costume - preferably a wolf one.
ReplyDeleteThis was a great read.
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