My mother packed me all the things
I like to eat for lunch...

The moon watches over us
Like a Mother of the Night...

Covered in creamy
birthday-cake frosting...

I love ewe.
I'm not lion...

A poem is a spider web
Spun with words of wonder...

A whisper, a shout, thoughts turned inside out.
A laugh, a sigh, an echo passing by...

Little Daddy Long-legs played in the sun,
Climbing up the front steps just for fun...