grapefruit galore

grapefruit galore,
whips the fragrance of the citrus,
into the warm dusky air,
marbles of yellow perfection,
I count them,
daring to peep through the leaves.
you smile at me,
in utmost innocence,
the only reason you do,
under the shadow,
of the tree,
is that you have sighted the cat,
and I have not,
so that I suddenly yell.
the cat scrapes and leaves,
momentary relapse,
giggles and hysteria.
For a moment the fruit is forgotten,
in the red dusty afternoon,
we laugh- you and me.