Too Good To be True

Slowly, I begin to laugh, and it grows louder and louder.

I can see the fear in his/its eyes. A smile grows in my mouth.

"Crazy woman!"

I can hear the remark.

I point to its head, and then it starts to beg.

"What have I done to you?"

I say nothing.

My hands begin to sweat, and my heart races with excitement.

His stinky fear makes me content and joyful.

I look in his eyes and say, "Finally, some poetic justice!"