Alice, II: Poetry

A miracle: 
I spied him there
beside the stream,
the sun glinting on
his frosted skin;
Wrapped in color
bright and green,
his coat both
worn and thin

He bowed with
Deep, loving respect,
winking a sparkling
magic gaze;
He sighed upon seeing
my ragged neglect:
"Oh Alice, you've
seen better days!"

He kissed me
in the sunlit grove
and set the
world to rights;
For The Hatter is
my betrothed
and the best of
Wonderland's delights.

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