A Dimple In The Noon

Nobody was walking as swift as he 

His steps were a surge of energy 

With a silhouette too small and dainty to hide 

He was strangely unnoticed for his clumsy stride. 

A monster of fervor, an angel of fear 

He could hear the gale calling, a whisper in his ear 

He broke into a run, as feral as the gale 

Destined for a dame full of mad tales. 

And relief unfurled across his tiny chest 

A felicity to which he wasn't immune ;

He shrank under his mama's breasts 

And curled up like a dimple in the noon.