Under the guise of friendship,
she extended her hand.
Its claws were retracted.
I detected no sinister plan.

The lines of duplicity hidden,
it appeared warm and welcoming.
So unlike the gnarled paw of a wicked wench,
I clasped it. It clenched.

Too soon,
I felt duped and used,
surprised and hurt,
nowhere amused.

Somewhat shocked I could so easily be fooled,
I questioned exactly how I'd been schooled...

I gave my heart a rest
and pondered on my next move.



But seclusion was not for me.

Solitaire was never my favoured game.
Alone, I could not remain.



Frightened, but certain it was what I must do,
I tentatively opened up and then I found you.

Before long, many more took her place.

A blanket of fog obscured her face.

I could again enjoy the rat race.