
Our bundle of joy—
drooling all over the bed,
marks territory.

Our bundle of joy—
drooling all over the bed,
marks territory.

The fleet is ready;
apron’s wrapped around, tied up—
let Christmas begin.

Though twilight’s set in
our cranes reach out for the moon
human kind aims high

Letting his guard down
the brown dog lies beside me
guarding my small space.

The morning light show—
natural and the other
melding into one.