after the ball

We

danced
until
the wee small
hours crept up so
very curiously on cats 
feet. Quiet as church mice we snuck out like fugitives,
greeting dawn with half smirks over coffee cups. Pennies for our thoughts? We’d make a killing.
© 2013 ~ Rene
For Tess, on her birthday.
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