Sapphire skies bid the day adieu
As Robin Redbreast settles in
A cozy harbor in the hedge;
He’s safe from wind and rain and cats.
And from their den, the bunnies watch
Sapphire skies bid the day adieu.
The silver stars all twinkle bright
Their message: Sleep well lil’ cottontails.
The creatures of the day all know
The nighttime beasts start stirring once
Sapphire skies bid the day adieu,
So don’t be caught afield past dark.
The yellow eyes and mournful cries
Send shivers through the darkened yards,
But Fluffy won’t appear until
Sapphire skies bid the day adieu.
Another quatern, this one is new, fresh off the presses.
Is there such a thing as sarcastic childrens poetry?
- Susan L
- Portland, Oregon
- It is necessary to write, if the days are not to slip emptily by. How else, indeed, to clap the net over the butterfly of the moment? For the moment passes, it is forgotten; the mood is gone; life itself is gone. That is where the writer scores over his fellows: he catches the changes of his mind on the hop. ~Vita Sackville-West
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