A fuzzy poem


5 Years
Aug 29, 2015
South-West Tennessee
As I sit in front of my fuzzy children

And watch them; so soft, so silken

I think about this world of mine

I think about this sweet point in time

My arm reaches in, to meet my tiny infants

They stare into my eyes, not a hint of distance

Some aloof, watching from afar

Others up close, the shining stars

As I rest my arm not too far

One chick runs up it, fast as a car!

As they rest on me, this little soul

My heart melts, it begins to glow

And so the baby gives me a final cheep

Before it descends into peaceful sleep

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