Hiding

This poem insists on hiding;
It’s resisting being found,
Despite the fact it knows full well
To daily verse I’m bound.

It’s teasing and it’s taunting
Staying just beyond my grasp.
I grapple with it but the words
Just vanish from my clasp.

I’m indebted to my pencil
For it’s managed to corral
This rambunctious little bugger,
Which has lifted my morale.