twitchy like a tot

Twitchy like a tot, the little specks jazz in the afternoon light which enters, without my blessing, through the window in the loft. The two analogous rays foil the concept that I sketch and the startling glow tempt to play with them. They begin from a bright white, spread out wide and seem more as they come close to disappear into the dark to nowhere. Yes invisible as they come closer to tickle me and giggling they go visible back to where they come. I tell the naughty little ones how I fancy catching them if they come to do that again. They never hear me but keep on playing tick trail until their watchful mother leisurely lay one by one to sleep.