Sunday Scribblings: hidden identity

artist in a day job -- or -- sheep in wolf's clothing

peering out
slyly
from one curled-under edge
of a heavy red wool hood
a quick flash
of a crafty twinkle
in an eye
barely
seen
and
yet
some sense of energy bubbling
just
below
the subterfuge
fancy dancing sparks
ready for the night-time frolic
when the work day is done