Saturday, May 9, 2009

Poetry continued

Here is a Quatrain that is not a cat poem. :)

Ode to a Sleeping Baby

Your chest heaves rhythmically
Your eyelashes brush your cheek
Your lips tease a smile.
As if you wish to speak.

I reach out to touch you
In bed as you sleeping lay
Your eyes flutter open
And say, “please go away”.

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