With her hawkish eyes and
the mouth of a trumpet
she regrettably was unable to attend the event,
for she didn't have it in her to be quiet -
'twas unnatural for her.

Thus she stormed out of the room
down the long hall and out the front door
into a bright beam of sun
that exploded across her face.

She sat upon the top stair with a hurrumph,
though the twinkle in her eyes betrayed her pleasure,
and casually removed her cardigan and then her shoes.

Flexed and pointed her toes,
a poor imitation of ballet for beginners,
and hummed a useless tune to the ants
marching across her stair, content
to be sharing a good time with bad company.

quite a portrait

Bet it felt good, though.

Very descriptive.

Les

Thank you, Gentlemen!