Poem for her 392

Dear Readers,


Snow bunny


The snow was fading fast
At the edge of the garden was a bunny
She was decked out with woolen mitts
Then at her feet was the snow bunny too
It was a showy snow creation
The moving bunny was giggling
As she added the ears the bunny complete
The video was still running
When there was a muffled kiss off camera
The sounds of whispering barely heard
The giggling still and the camera wiggle
The sound of my voice saying


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.