It grins at me
telling me to look
It sees me
and I see it
swirling in the coals
I see no teeth
but I know it can bite me
No fear in my heart
only curiosity
The night moves on
I stare into its glowing
eyes
I begin to cry
smoke blackening my face
It begins to scowl
its smile falling
into ash
My mouth dry
I reach forward
To caress its sad face
Someone shouts
but I do not hear
I touch it
and it smiles again
I feel something in my hand
but it does not matter
because it is happy again.