I found this poem written with chalk on the concrete path leading up to someone's house. It was a sunny winter day, where it seemed that Persephone had broken out of Hades three months early and was dancing across the light blue cloud-scudded sky. As such, I did not mind walking down this path to read the poem. Since it was written with chalk, I figured somebody ought to copy it down before the elements blissfully washed away any proof of it ever having been there at all.
A Poem for Wee Rascals
No need to stab at me with your swords;
Keep them within the velvet sheath of thy paw;
One look from you, no words;
and my heart is pierced with gentleness and awe.
