I am quiet,
Like a feather falling--
As you drone on and on, oblivious.
I am soft
Like a toy.
I just won't stay on my shelf;
And who knows
Where I may have crept off to?
Shhh, shhh, shhh...
You need to stop talking now--
You've been careless.
See how far the lighted windows are behind you?
A woman I may allow
To scratch under my chin--
My eyes gone thin like crescent moons;
If you don't get a clue and stop chattering,
Saying, "I think this!"
And, "What you must understand is that..."
I will get up softly.
I will approach you quietly,
What one so soft, so quiet, so stealthy,
Might be thinking?
Still your foolish tongue and try to imagine
What she might be kind enough to teach you