Poem for her 213

Dear Readers,



Relaxing by Voice


Practice that we do in the morning dew
Feet in the wet grasses and clovers
Slow step dance that is made up
As we step there together slowly

The beige bunny rabbit hopped near by
She sat there nibbling on a grass blade
I pointed her fur out to the Babe in my hands
She smiled at me and commented something

I told her a story about dew bunnies
And invisible elephants jumping on the couch
And things that dust motes talk about
Then I turned her once round and Kissed Her.


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.