the small furry thing on delicate toes
tastes its tail, presses its noseerudition not its game it pads itself into its hole
feathers from his yester-meals conceal, consoleit doesn't think of anything
it doesn't think of eh-nee-thing
it doesn't think of n-eeee-th-eeeng
and waits and waits and waitscold and comfort, fluff and chill
it nuzzles deeper . . . deeper . . . deepclouds simplistic brain with cotton
sculpts itself warm velvet sleep
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Poems for Peculiar Children
PoetryThis is a second anthology of my more whimsical and curious poems. They aren't so much for children, though anyone can read them!