wondering too

The Harlequin laughs at the ghosts antics and his now red hand before the young lady stands before him. Watching her with a smile, he listens and then tilts his head as if puzzled.

Who am I? A trick, a treat, a magical feat? I come from the nowhere and leave to the noplace. The impossible, possible am I. Harlequin is my name, my Title, my right, and my place! The secrets I hear and know, the secrets I tell and sow.

You are the rose that was kissed by a king and blessed by birth. A secret or two I know of you, do your steps glow? A thorn as well, stands near, is he brother or other?

A slow smile spreads across the Harlequins face as he begins to squirm and then to slowly shrink. Standing easily now on the windowsill, he leaps and lands on Rosie's other shoulder, light as a feather.

Other places to see and other places to be, will the owl fly me? Fun to have and fun to see, perhaps I shall go to the sea.