Involuntary Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

got in there...tickled/bashed/slud and skirled....
now it jumps out....
no gate/no barrel to jump.....leaves a print....an almost monogram....
and I find it...later...sometimes a little sooner....
nestled in...oblivious to the bristles and pins....
.a little raucus/purring/obdurate life of its own/my own?
well.....
it did touch me..
.it bit..and licked....
... tempted me
to follow....I couldn't follow..
.so it came to live.... in me/with me
....and,
damn, it can sing....octaves....and what a vibrato....(and it is mine....gave itself to me......)
and works me....works me...and I like it...
.and it scares me...and I like it.....