We
danced
until
the wee small
hours crept up so
very curiously on cats
feet. Quiet as church mice we snuck out like fugitives,
greeting dawn with half smirks over coffee cups. Pennies for our thoughts? We'd make a killing.
© 2013 ~ Rene
For Tess, on her birthday.
Penny for your thoughts .. A penny in your hat! Pennies from heaven .. A sweet poem for Tess!
ReplyDeleteSounds like you had a fun time.
ReplyDeleteLove it! You had as much fun as I did!
ReplyDeleteLovely poem! My thoughts are my own, and worth a mint ;-)
ReplyDeleteAh! Wonderfully done!
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