"Cheshire Cat" an American McGee's Alice poem

He calls me 'darling,'

and 'my pet,'

Sometimes 'child.'

How can I take that

From a cat?

He's changed – my Cheshire has:

Gone from a playful roly-poly

Whose riddles gently teased,

To an emaciated seer

With a bitter sarcastic edge.

But he still cares,

I know it.

Why else would he help me

Time and time again

Just as I desperately need it

And regardless of the danger?

So – I shall fight this battle

With him at my side.

As it should be.

And when we're done?

He'll still be by my side,

good or ill,

And smile as we disappear.

12/4/04