It was so tight, he could not know, br if there was room to get inside. br Might need to have another go, br he didn't want to scrape her hide. br The tip (we Aussies call it hood) br was itching to recuperate br from heat and stress. Inside it would br just stay suspended in a state br of bittersweet and warm surrounds, br enjoying comfort all night long. br He couldn't think of any grounds br to stay outside. That would be wrong. br It was his first time at this cave, br and size DOES matter, he knew that. br If you're too big but bold and brave br you slip right in, Oh Pussycat! br br In case you're wondering, my friend, br the pussycat is MY mirage. br This lovely poem, it was penned br right after locking the garage. br br Note: It helps if 'garage' is pronounced with a french twist.