"Cheshire Cat" an American McGee's Alice poem
He calls me 'darling,'
and 'my pet,'
Sometimes 'child.'
How can I take that
From a cat?
He's changed – my Cheshire has:
Gone from a playful roly-poly
Whose riddles gently teased,
To an emaciated seer
With a bitter sarcastic edge.
But he still cares,
I know it.
Why else would he help me
Time and time again
Just as I desperately need it
And regardless of the danger?
So – I shall fight this battle
With him at my side.
As it should be.
And when we're done?
He'll still be by my side,
good or ill,
And smile as we disappear.
12/4/04