Next to the windowsill
She curled herself into sleep,
Hoping some big friendly giant would scoop her up
And take her away from
Here.
But her perch was not edgy enough.
How was she to know?
So,
No sauntering, amiable giant
Became her rescuer.
There she lay,
Awake the whole night.
Eyes closed but awake,
Waiting.
Morning came.
She stepped back into the room
And tried to face the day.
Friday, June 26, 2009
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