You are Invited
Attraction is half the game.
If I want you to stay,
I must offer more than scraps.
Smokey glances, berry lips
deliver the invitation, but
attraction is half the game,
our hearts' desires neatly hidden;
both leery of dejection, but
if I want you to stay
I must tiptoe quietly, leave
a trail of crumbs. Perhaps someday
I will offer more than scraps.
by Margaret Bednar, February 10, 2013
This is for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Sunday Mini-Challenge - a cascade poem - each line of the first stanza is used as the last line in the subsequent stanzas. Click on link to get a better description. I almost followed the rules, but I did change the wording a bit in the very last line of the last stanza.
This started off about blue birds and trying to create an environment conducive for them to stay (see above link). However, this poem took on a life of its own and became more about the "cat & mouse" game women (and men) often play...
I was at my kitchen sink and saw FIVE blue birds in the feeder at one time. Of course, by the time I grabbed my good camera, they had flitted away. If I had more time, I would have used a tri-pod as these are blurry. The top one I took with my iPhone... and it is blurry too. This time of year, I look into my wooded area behind my house and see a whole bunch of blue birds flying about the naked trees. I love it.