They romp and
play
With inquisitive
curiosity
The hairballs
they cough up are
Remnants of too
much revelry
The night before
Mischievous in
nature
Going where they
ought not to
They put paws,
and claws, into forbidden places
They pretend to
sleep without a care
But turn their
ears to conversations, of humans and mice alike
And stare through
their peering eyes
They meow and
beg, purr and preen
Secretly knowing
that they are fairies in disguise
The night is theirs
to own
When masks come
off
And the flutter of
wings is heard
While their
owners sleep
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