My StoryTeller Voice

It was an old box. The kind of Box that sits and stays; but only because it wants too.
Inside the Box was a stubborn Gift. [ The Kind that Keeps ]
Of The Sort that keeps on giving you a hard time,
but never out of spite. Only just Because.
There’s a Book in there.
In the Box. Doing Nothing. Just being Heavy and Leather bound
in a cubicle cave. Benji Flannigan found the old box and his whiskers trembled abashedly.
His mouse face, full of ‘ mouse-face' when the lights come-on! ‘ An intellectual startlement;
As acute as a poignant tablespoon of yogurt
on a toddlers tongue