A hawkeye

A poem

She has an ey

on any break,

She’s a hawkeye

my poker player.

She’s a great hand!

She sweeps the pot

with her hands,

and so delicate they are

A smile lights up

on her lips,

Enchanting, heart captivating

‘Are you out of dough?’

She asks so charmingly.

‘You may leave

for a short while

I’ll review the situation

Meanwhile,

and I do wish,

You know…

But go and fetch

a few more bob,’

‘Okay.’ I replied,

I’m on my way

A bank to rob.

© Haim Kadman 2009 �" all rights reserved