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Thursday, June 14, 2012

Sweet Things

Fox sleeps
Under a whipped cream moon
Dabbed into the sky
By the baker Goddess.

Fox curls
In her deep blue bed
With her kit's heart beating
Soft against her side.

Red fox, white fox,
Mad fox, mine,
As you dream, I'll whisper sweet things
Thirteen times.
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12 comments:

  1. I've only seen one fox--in the wild--in my lifetime, and it was a magical moment.

    As usual, Shay, you kick ass...

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  2. The last stanza made me smile. Thanks! :-)

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  3. This is so lovely that now I want a fox!

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  4. very sweet - like the secret you




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  5. Perfect title for this one. Sweet, and not in that nasty artificially sweetened way. Sometimes the short poems say the most.

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  6. i worship at your keyboard, as i worship the baker Goddess' spatula!

    very sweet!

    enjoyed the song, too!

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  7. i am skipping rope (here we call it jump rope) and singing this

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  8. This is like a delicious little secret kept close to the heart. I adore the picture of the curly fox.

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  9. I'm all wanting those cupcakes now.

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  10. "Under a whipped cream moon".... I like that very much.

    Glad your shoulder is better.

    xo jj

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  11. "Under a whipped cream moon." How do you come up with imagery like that? Wow!

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  12. So beautiful.makes me what to go to that sweet dream

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