Clicking chipped nails,
tapping her heels-
all but danced her way
to the lab.

Opened her bag;
searched for the purse-
Where are my keys?
frowning won’t help.

Called up her friend;
dragged him out in the cold-
“I need to work today;
I have to so much to do”.

Soon, she had the mechanic,
an emergency helper, her friend
and many others trying to get her in
through the closed doors.

Creaking, croaking the doors open,
Hallelujah! All applauded.
The drama over – all went back.
She stepped in with a big smile.

Shrugged out of her coat,
wore her glasses,
brewed some coffee
and opened the book.

Wanting attention
I went up to her;
curled up in her lap;
asked her to scratch my neck.

Hey! What’s that?
Such a big noise.
What monster is hiding in here?
might scare her.

She didn’t scratch my neck.
No, she didn’t play with me either,
and so I found out:
The monster was her snoring.