She hunts down stories
like elusive mice
Every whispered word
Trembles, prey-hesitant
On the tip of her whisker
The arc of narrative
Just beyond reach
Of her silky paw
As she shakes
The print from it
And curls up, warm, in the word-hoard
She hunts down stories
like elusive mice
Every whispered word
Trembles, prey-hesitant
On the tip of her whisker
The arc of narrative
Just beyond reach
Of her silky paw
As she shakes
The print from it
And curls up, warm, in the word-hoard