Only Fooling

Written for:  Poetic Bloomings-Quadrille

Cheshire Cat’s grin floated
through trees, faded.
Neither teeth nor body
reappeared. Red Queen
was feared. “Impossible,”
said White Rabbit. “How
could she catch him?”
Hunt was on. Alice came
upon stripe, and soon cat
materialized. He had coaxed
dormouse into hide and seek.

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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are in the process of returning to New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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