I flutter, I fly

and at twelve o’clock high

I land myself for a snack

*

I hum, I sing

and as five o’clock rings

the dinner bell calls me right back

*

I whisper, I yawn

and at twilight, not dawn

there’s only one thing that I lack

*

I’m cozy, I cuddle

and at eight, I do snuggle

as I tuck myself in for a snowy night’s nap

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ellie894 January 12, 2021

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