Once in a dream, I saw you there.
Your skinny black ankles and nappy grey hair.
Eyes gleaming with mischief and wisdom,
You answered me Mister...and how! And then some!

Thirteen years before it came 'round...
Thirteen years I didn't hear a sound.
Then on my wall your shadow returned
I called to the night, a tear in my heart burned.

And you heard me! You tricky old Monk!
You heard my scream when my mind couldn't think!
You WERE there, in that dream afterall
You DID show up as Shadow on my wall.

I used to wonder when I'd see you again.
I even wondered if you were foe or friend.
The years passed and now I can see...
You're not just a Jazzy Black Monk
Not just a Shadow...a Cat, a Spyder...
But Me!

~I love my Trickster.

Ring Around the Posey,
My Jazz is Dark and Rosey..
Ashes Ashes We All Dance 'round.