i spy with my little eye
our windows full of Bright-Light Sky
no marsh, no Beaver, just deep hues
once Sun decides it's time to choose
to say Good Night, sweet guinea pigs
inside your brand new City digs
we will adjust it's true, yet still,
so hard without snow covered hill
we eat, we play, we popcorn, too
but once night falls, it's true: we're blue
we wait for our nocturnal friends
to fly and croak, for their sound sends
us all to sleep in nature's peace
now Yummy has a brand-new lease
on learning sounds not heard before
while mom lies sleeping on the floor
it's different here without the bats
and mom may need to buy us hats
but Life is Kind and God is Good
so sweet dreams, you new neighborhood!
Who knew you were guinea poets? Very nice!
ReplyDeleteAuntie Susan