Mommy?
“Can I be a cougar, when I grow up?”
The question, from little Suzy.
Mommy blushes,
grins and turns her head.
She knows, the hidden meaning.
She pours a glass of milk,
pretending, she heard nothing.
“Mommy, please? Please?”
Suzy now persist.
Stuck in a corner.
An answer, she will have to give.
“Why, do you want to be a Cougar?”
Mommy asked, keeping a straight face.
Question, with a question,
intention is diversion.
Suzy’s eyes big and blue,
with great anticipation.
“Mommy, Daddy said,
cougars are the best”
O, no, a grin is now a frown.
Daddy tries a quick escape.
He walked in,
at just, that moment,
Mommy has him,
in the cross hair.