The Inkwell

#Fowc #Vanish

Where’d you go ?

Like the magicians assistant, in a magic act

and the fingerprints rubbed off the glass

you’ve gone from sight – and thats a fact

not in the house – you’re out on the grass

but just as i thought – without fear

as soon as you’ve been seen – you disappear

mention tidying up – off you flee

only to reappear – when its time for tea

traces of your presence – they’re seen

sticky fingers round the kitchen where you’ve been

seals on the wraps of biscuits or cake

have been ripped up or the seal has a break

and then it happens – you’re stood on the step

obviously – the hiding act couldn’t be kept

ready to tuck in to a tasty tea

but afterwards – hands deep in a soapy dish sea