Poetic Interlude 2

In honour of my second sponsor. :)
(No, it's not meant to be you. I just tried to write something I thought you'd like.)


Jack of many hats.


He dances, merrily
flitting through trees
(streetlights?).

He hums
a toe-tapping
finger-snapping
mind-wrapping
tune,
quiet, insiduous.

He darts,
dash of colour,
flash of red diamond
blue diamond
green diamond.
Cane twirling,
Tails whirling,
Mist swirling.

He is story.
And myth.
And magic.
And laughter.
Trickster-god.
Player-man.

Grinning flash of teeth,
and he's gone.

Leaving a hint of song,
ideas floating,
story snippets,
waiting to be caught.