It came upon us sometime in the night:
A friendly-visaged conqueror, and sly.
Held fast in gentle grip ere we could fight
We didnít see the mischief in its eye.
Of worried thoughts it formed the threads to bind
And fastened us together with a grin.
The vines of understanding intertwined
And wrought a cage it locked us both within
But as we were ensnared, our captorís face
Grinned and grimaced, glowered, glowed, and creased
Until it lost all interest in our case.
At last its stubborn supervision ceased.
And seeing our escape, away we crept
And said goodbye as conversation slept.