A poem

Alouette In her white eyelet gown,
with her arms and fingers
daintily extended, she glides
across the wooden floor, then
flutters like a lark around the
coffee table and ascends through imaginary
clouds. At noon she will carry
her pink blanket to her nest
and hop in for a nap.
Karen Kelsay

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