An imp called Comment

A comment
is an elusive thing
Somewhere out there
in Cyberspace
floating
Or perhaps stranded
on someone else's blog

I'm waiting
anticipating
Baited breath
and all that
as I send my thoughts
into this vacuum
called Cyberspace

I've set out milk and cookies
for that little imp,
that Comment,
so contrary
so wary
of being caught
that it foregoes the milk and cookies

Ah, well
Perhaps it just doesn't like
milk and cookies
or cat stories
or vintage outpourings
or the mutterings
of my mind