It’s the small
Things that amuse
Me a sleepy
Kitten purring or
The hysterical lapping
Tongue of an
Anxious wiggling puppy
Or snow drops
Popping through late
April snow and
Even mid-July cloudbursts
That give rise
To steamy streets
But most of
All it’s your
Just-about-to-sleep nighttime riddles
That tickle me
