“Are you talking to me?” she said passing by
“Yes, you … you … next to the bald-headed guy,
“I think you’re real gorgeous … that flaming red hair
Is exceedingly beautiful and really quite rare.

“I love the way that it curls round your face,
And the way that it seems your ears to embrace,
And the way that it darkens the green of your eyes,
And the way on your cheek that a loose tendril lies.”

She took a deep breath as she paused in her stride,
Her lips slowly parted, her eyes opened wide,
She smiled as she whipped the wig from her head,
“If you like it so much, here, you wear it instead.”

© Pat Cannard – patcan@powerup.com.au