What must it be like, to be so calm?
Why do I trace my steps backwards? Back through the living room, the bedroom, the back room; I have been through them all twice already. Back out to the porch, to make sure that the cats hadn't hurt him, sliced him open, maimed him. Whirling around, back in the kitchen I notice that the door to the pantry was cracked open, not latched. Ha! I slid the door open, and out he came, wagging.
You see, he is invisible at dusk, and at dawn. He disappears into the shadows. He follows at our heels, and when we make quick U-turns, pop out, and close the door, he is stuck. To complicate things, he cries out in a pitiful puppy voice, and then sits patiently, quiet as a mouse, waits for me to find him. He even leans on the door, and falls inside when you open it.
Here it is...
To Build a Swing
All the ingredients
To turn your life into a nightmare--
Don't mix them!
You have all the genius
To build a swing in your backyard
Like a hell of a lot more fun.
Let's start laughing, drawing blueprints,
Gathering our talented friends.
I will help you
With my divine lyre and drum.
Will sing a thousand words
You can take into your hands,
Like golden saws,
Strong silk rope.
You carry all the ingredients
To turn your existence into joy,
Mix them, mix
Hafiz is so good to me!