Christmas Eve.

‘Twas the night before Christmas,
and all through the house,
not a creature was stirring,
not even a mouse.

Little Mouse, as you know,
had gone far away,
to spend time with her family
on this Christmas day.

At home, Dinosaur stared
out the window with love,
and watched as the snow
fell from the sky up above.

He thought of Little Mouse,
surrounded by holiday cheer,
and was happy for her
even though he wished she was near.

Warm and cozy in PJs,
he missed his best friend,
but he knew he’d see her soon,
before next week’s end.

As he crawled into bed,
he exclaimed from afar:
“Merry Christmas, Little Mouse,
I love you, and RAWR!”

Ken.

“Love you,” she concedes,
But he hears her silent sigh;
Always second best.

Redolent.

Dreams
fitful, fantastic
woke me from sleep
smiling, laughing
looking across canyons
to find her perfectly-shut eyelids

looking out the window
to find masked creatures of the night.

I tugged at the corner of the duvet
shivering
but enjoying the sweet banana breeze.