The girl who took me on the unsanctioned expedition brought me back. I worried she wouldn't.

my mind
staggers

on the small
silent 

sucked dry 

cat

Was it Uncle Mort? 

Someone else from my past. 

I ponder all day until the moment I am shoved into a colorful backpack. It is 3:39, so at least that part of my life is back on track.

This is a bunny crazy girl!

This fellow was 

                        a trickster

                                   a laugher

                                                              a mean little guffaw 

 

While she understood every word I said.

Bunny-girl reads! 

The words, 

unseen, 

float and 

ensconce me 

No cats in this tale, yet the magic Fire-Haired girl showed me exists in others!

Under the misconception that singing words was singular to Fire-Haired girl, it never even dawned on me that others could do it too!

If they could do it, could I?