The Floating Smile
I'm alone,
On a road that has been swept away,
With only the spot I stand upon left.
A dark night is coming,
Scary creatures haunt the woods,
I wander away to a tree,
Scared for my life.
A smile is there,
A smile floating in air,
But soon stripes appear,
Purple then pink,
A tail and head.
Finally a face to surround the smile.
My dear friend Cheshire Cat,
He has come to play!
His teasing grin,
Ever mocking.
He sings me a song,
To cheer my dying mood,
Of sweet things in dreams,
Knights in armor,
And a queen,
A red queen.
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