The Gentleman And The Lady Poem by Hm. Nes

the gentleman smiles, but
the lady does not.
does she not notice him?
he, unaccustomed to being unnoticed
and she, as beautiful as wild daffodils
on a dozen rolling hills.
he smiles again
his best smile
a smile that melts most.
does she still not see him?
perhaps she is not alone and is
trying harder
than most
to resist his magnetic charm.
he must turn it up
a notch
move closer
say something
“Hello, ” the gentleman says.
the lady feels a brush against her leg
a low growl
“Sit Sonny. Sit, ” she says.
Sonny sits.
“Hello, ” the lady says
smiling awkwardly,
but the gentleman does not hear her:
he is gone.