She vanishes <br />into the kitchen <br /> <br />soon it is quiet <br />(too too) quiet <br /> <br />for my little <br />mouse <br /> <br />not to be up to something <br />...or other. <br /> <br />'Tillllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllly' <br />('Where are you? ') <br /> <br />A voice invisible <br />calls <br /> <br />'Here I am! ' <br /> <br />All I can see is <br />I can't see her <br /> <br />until a cupboard door <br />kicks itself open <br /> <br />she lies curled up <br />on the dinner plates <br /> <br />her curls <br />resting in soup bowls. <br /> <br />'I sleepies! ' <br />she sighs. <br /> <br />'Mmmmm....you look delicious! ' <br />I smile. <br /> <br />'I could just <br />eat you up! ' <br /> <br />She laughs as I <br />salt & pepper her <br /> <br />get knife & fork <br />pretend to munch her. <br /> <br />'MMM...needs a little <br />ketchup I suppose! ' <br /> <br />I put a little dollop <br />on her nose. <br /> <br />'Yummy! ' <br />she licks it off. <br /> <br />'I like being dinner! ' <br />she giggles.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/being-dinner-for-helen/
