Pink is the color of her cheeks and nose.

Smeared with cotton candy snuck
by a toddler in slapdash thieves clothes

A bat man cape, dark footie pajamas and a mask on our poor puppy no less

I heard the crinkling plastic just shy of her escape
I traced her sticky handprints from the kitchen to the dining room drapes

The giggling curtain conjured memories of that wizard in oz
The mess was more like the HBO series in the prison of the same name

The window treatment came down in a whirl of pink pawed and thunderous applause

Revealing a sweet face and a shrill voice exclaimed “isn’t this a lovely game!!??!!”