Miss Fortune

Miss FortuneWould you help me, please?Somebody, anybodyThis big little secret, I locked in a freezeSealed it with a neat bow, away from prying and prowling eyes to seeGuarded behind high walls and higher watch-towersNever to peep the light of dayBut Alas today is no ordinary dayHelp me, Father!I spy a climber, a tress-passerWith the stealth of a cat, cheesing like a ChesireCreeping on the up, doomed revelation drawingHeed my plea, anybodyClucking chickens have come home to roostWill nobody help me?Anxious and unsettled, torn into a double dis-junctionBetween preservation and freedomThe former exceeding the latter but only one transcendingChange is in the airHelp is not coming, I am all I've gotDefeat is only bitter if swallowedThis cat might bring upon me some much-needed good fortune