In the still
Gray whispers
Of the
Shadowy darkness
Lurked. . .
Two dark
Yet sparkling
Beady eyes.
Beside them
Were another
Pair as naughty
As his own.
Why is it
When or where
There is trouble
They come
In pairs?
Lips in
Elven curls
Showed rows
Of miss-matched
Toothy grins,
So that
In those
Shadows
It only seemed
As if some light
Was reflecting
Off a shiny
Dimpled
Surface.
The grown-up
Mind dismisses
Them…
The child
Peers into the darkness
And wonders
If they will
Find
Friend
Or
Foe.
Giggling
They entice
The child
Closer,
Only to disappear
Upon closer
Inspection
Only to see
The twin blurs
At the corner
Of their
Eyes.
Keys disappear
Earrings are lost
Toys misplaced
Movies moved
And
Whatever you
Were looking for
Is NOT
In the last place
You put it.
If you don't want
Trouble
Especially double,
Then pay them
The attention
They believe
They deserve…
For those
Mischievous Grins
Can be
Either
Friend
Or foe
Depending on how
You treat them,
You know?
So put out
A shiny,
Please and thank you,
And what was
Once lost
Will be found
Again.
