Cheshire

What mysteries do

my smile hold,

my bright blue stripes,

my shining green eyes.

My dark grey mane,

my daggers for claws,

my tufted ears,

my mocking tone.

My cunning mind,

my sly attitude,

my head tilting left and right,

curiouser and curiouser.

I pounce and prance

through the trees,

curling and twirling

right side up and upside down.

My smoky figure

wispy and blue,

here then there,
through and through.