secret fancies don't really bother me, alright?
but know that once you tell me I become
either
like a turtle
and snap my smile shut
jerking my neck up
and down while I accidentally tip
over and roll away. slink
my head into my shell and never be seen
again-
or like a dove.
and all fluffed up and chest out
perch on your shoulder
just to ruffle you up a bit.
Monday, August 15, 2011
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So, what's a fella to do? I liked this very much. Good job. - mosk
ReplyDeleteI like the simple, honest and sense of fun about this.
ReplyDeletehaha. thank you both.
ReplyDeletelove it.
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ReplyDeleteI really like this one. Made me smile!
ReplyDeleteHere's my second offering for this week: http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/08/18/i-am-loved/