Where is it?
The red dot that traces the walls,
there it is!
on the roof taunting me,
out of reach,
I will jump on the book case to see if I can get a closer look at the source of its existence,
It trembles a little,
bouncing up and down,
I jump at it,
closing my fur covered hands around it,
I open my white covered hands and it is gone,
It was here a second before,
how will I find it,
there it is!
crawling across the floor,
pacing up towards the couch,
I got this,
jumping onto the couch– I grab the dot,
It is–
MINE!
hands open,
unobtainable,
I forfeit this round and lay down on my bed,
chin rested on my hands,
I try to clear my mind,
red dot, red dot, red dot,
taunting whispers,
tickled whiskers,
All I see is red dots,
cover my head in the blankets,
succumbing to the torture of red dots.