She smells of soft and feathery things
Her mother's love and angel wings.
Her call is like the catbird's cry
Her mama runs and so do I
Whenever we hear that plaintive song
as it
Rings through Northview's sunny halls.......
The call of the wild granddaughter
Early, late, and often
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Clever ... and cute.
She looks like she's planning something...
If we had only known the power we had back then...
Well done!! You gave me a very big smile!
Linda
http://coloradofarmlife.wordpress.com
Oh perfect.
Just perfect.
I'm going to read it again.
Your muse is adorable :)
Beautiful !
REv. Paul, thanks, she really does sound exactly like a catbird when she first starts making "come 'n' get me noises". So much so that I throw my head up and listen closer whenever I hear the bird.
Nita, I think she usually is. lol
Jan, oh, yeah!
Linda, thanks, I'm glad.
Cathy, thanks. I let it sit for a while, because I couldn't rhyme the last part and then I said the heck with it. Not as if it is meant for the ages, just a silly little thing that came to me when I was holding her out on the porch a few weeks ago.
Joated, thanks!
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