Chesire Cat

sitting in my black box
listening to the other babybirds
squalling and
waiting for mum
(Marks &; Spencers after a
hard days work
to support the baby birds)
and I saw the Chesire Cat
as he must have appeared to Alice
those years before
grinning his maniacal grin
making me forget the
annoying tittering
eyebrows raised until
detached from head
matching the Miss Selfridge
bag on the floor
I panicked while he pondered
on my problem
disappearing
rising
falling
laughed at myself
until he didn't come back
and went out of the hole
to put the oven on
for the babybirds.