I should have named you Alice
Curiouser and curiouser you are
What’s behind the couch?
What’s in the box?
(How many boxes ARE there?)
Who’s at the door?
What’s scurrying under the fence?
Where are they going without me?
All the sniffing and the alertness
Your senses must be on overload
So much to see, to smell, to taste, to touch, to hear
If you could speak, you would always ask “Why?”
You would love to fall down a rabbit hole
And keep your questions burning
Seeking answers at every turn
But at the end of the day, sweet adventurer
Your curiosity is only quelled
In the contentment of a lap and belly rub
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