This strange game we play...

(A short poem, written as though by Claret

When we first met.

You are chasing me, a thief.

It was fun, all things considered.

I caused you such sweet grief.

The second came,

And you chased me again.

Such fire in your eyes

Forced me to flee back to my den.

I noticed you then.

The third time, you won

Abandoning the chase.

I thought you and I were done..

Happily that wasn’t the chase.

Fourth time, fifth time. Both passed us by

In this game we played.

Sixth time, you fall.

Glass shattered.

I save you.

Seventh time we meet..

It’s in a bar as casual friends..

We watch each other from our seat..

Drunkenly…we sleep.

Now, you are my Mishka,

A funny little bear.

Now, I am your Clar.

A semi-reformed Seeker.

Together you and I

In this strange game we play.