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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I've only seen one fox--in the wild--in my lifetime, and it was a magical moment.
ReplyDeleteAs usual, Shay, you kick ass...
The last stanza made me smile. Thanks! :-)
ReplyDeleteThis is so lovely that now I want a fox!
ReplyDeletevery sweet - like the secret you
ReplyDeleteAloha from Waikiki,
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Perfect title for this one. Sweet, and not in that nasty artificially sweetened way. Sometimes the short poems say the most.
ReplyDeletei worship at your keyboard, as i worship the baker Goddess' spatula!
ReplyDeletevery sweet!
enjoyed the song, too!
♥
i am skipping rope (here we call it jump rope) and singing this
ReplyDeleteThis is like a delicious little secret kept close to the heart. I adore the picture of the curly fox.
ReplyDeleteI'm all wanting those cupcakes now.
ReplyDelete"Under a whipped cream moon".... I like that very much.
ReplyDeleteGlad your shoulder is better.
xo jj
"Under a whipped cream moon." How do you come up with imagery like that? Wow!
ReplyDeleteSo beautiful.makes me what to go to that sweet dream
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