Stopped by a slant of sunlight.
I'm turning, turning, three times turning.
Siamese by gaslight.
Arching, stretching, curling, purring.
I wrestle your bell from my neck.
Silence its hateful jangle.
Push the door with the half loose latch
and slip the tangled knot
of all your no's.
I've got to go
show the mouse some teeth.
For Kerry's prompt at Real Toads